Inside the wooden house, a scene was unfolding that defied the laws of reality.

Eight people occupied the room, but only four faces existed among them. It was a house of mirrors come to life. Four "originals" stood paralyzed by confusion, while four "phantoms" watched them with knowing eyes. Each phantom was a perfect, physical echo of its counterpart, creating a haunting assembly of doubles.

The originals had lost all their memories, while the phantoms retained everything and even held the authority to test them. This reversal of status, where the shadow now tested the master, was absurd, but for those involved, it was anything but amusing.

Sonya gripped her sword, shaking her head as she raised her voice in protest. "How could something like this even exist? This is ridiculous! You're lying to me... all of you! You're just bad people trying to trick me!"

Rather than arguing, she was trying...