What stood before Leo was… another Leo.
The same build, The same hair, The same face....
But this one's expression was wrong. His skin twitched, his lips quivered, and his eyes drowned in sadness.
There was a strange, cold gloom clinging to him, as if something had been torn violently out of his life and left nothing but an empty shell behind.
The real Leo's throat tightened.
A sharp breath caught in his chest as his body instinctively crawled backwards, his hands scrambling for distance.
"W-Who… who are you?" he asked.
His palms pressed against the ground, and an unexpected sting ripped across his skin when the sharp grasses grazed his skin.
"Ah—!"
Leo hissed, flinching as he lifted his hands to see red lines across his palms.
The other Leo slowly crouched, lowering himself until his shadow stretched over the real Leo's trembling form. His voice came out hoarse, almost brittle, each word breaking as if pulled from a wounded throat.
"You… took… everything."
