Adelaide excused herself and left the room quietly, heading back to her quarters. Once inside, she walked straight to her shelf and pulled out an old, thick book filled with magical creatures and dark forces. She placed it on her table, opened it quickly, and flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for.
“Mimic,” she read aloud. Her eyes moved slowly over the words.
“A dark creature. It doesn’t just copy a face—it steals a life. A mimic observes, learns, and pretends until even the real one begins to doubt themselves. Its goal is not only to replace, but to destroy from within. It wears someone’s skin, their voice, their memories, until trust turns into betrayal and love turns into fear.”
Adelaide’s heart beat faster as she finished reading. The mimic wasn’t just a
