For a second, nobody breathed.
The figure didn't rush.
Didn't speak.
Didn't even shift its weight.
It just stood there perfectly still like it had always been part of the room and they were only just now noticing.
The girl stared at it, her voice barely a whisper. "That's… not funny."
Because it wasn't just similar.
It wasn't just close.
It was her.
Same height. Same posture. Same face.
Same everything.
Except the eyes.
Too steady.
Too aware.
Like they weren't reacting just recording.
Victor's voice dropped instantly. "Don't move."
She didn't.
Couldn't.
Her body had locked on instinct.
Dante didn't look surprised.
That was the worst part.
His gaze stayed fixed on the copy, sharp and calculating, like he had already expected this next step.
"It's faster now," he said quietly.
Camille's signal flickered hard. "Dante this wasn't on the previous model"
"It doesn't need the same model," he replied.
A pause.
"It just needs access."
