/ POV Alice /
After saying goodbye to her new friend—
Alice walked home alone.
She knew.
Someone was watching her.
But she didn't care.
Right now—
There were more important things.
Her steps remained calm.
Yet her presence—
Wasn't.
An invisible pressure spread quietly around her.
Not something a normal human could feel.
Not even something artificial intelligence could detect.
[...Sana.]
[Sana…]
His name echoed endlessly in her mind.
She counted.
Every second.
Every step.
Until she could see him again.
[This is bad…]
A faint smile formed on her lips.
[I feel like…]
[I can't live without him.]
"…How obsessive."
A voice.
Ancient.
Distant.
Alice stopped.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
[Who…?]
"I'll come for you again."
"After you're done with your little game."
The voice faded.
Alice frowned.
The language—
Strange.
Unfamiliar.
Yet she understood it perfectly.
"…Another world?"
She exhaled softly.
"…Whatever."
/ Later /
After talking with her father—
After hearing everything—
Alice lay silently on her bed.
Then—
"…You need to stop."
The voice returned.
Alice's eyes slowly opened.
"…Who are you?"
A pause.
"…I am you."
"…From another universe."
Silence.
Alice sat up slowly.
"…What do you want?"
"Stop loving him."
Her expression darkened instantly.
"…Why?"
"…Because—"
The voice trembled.
Then—
Cut off.
Like something—
Was preventing the truth.
Alice frowned.
"I can't hear you."
"…Regret."
"…You'll regret it."
Alice stared into the darkness.
"…And if I stop?"
A faint excitement crept into her voice.
"What do I get?"
"…Happiness."
"…You'll become—"
Again—
The voice broke.
Alice clicked her tongue.
"…Speak clearly."
A pause.
Then—
"…My name is Alliter."
The air grew heavy.
Alice's eyes sharpened.
"…What do you want from me?"
A soft laugh echoed.
"I want…"
"…to replace you."
Silence.
"I envy you."
"All of you."
"The way you feel love…"
"Even if it's twisted."
"…I don't have that."
Her voice turned cold.
"But he…"
"…belongs to me too."
"If I have to kill you—"
"I will."
Alice smiled.
"…You can't."
—CRACK—
Space itself—
Split open.
A dark fracture appeared in her room.
From within—
She stepped out.
Another Alice.
Same face.
Same body.
But—
Empty.
Cold.
Dead inside.
A massive black scythe rested on her shoulder.
Her red eyes locked onto Alice.
Alice didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't fear.
Alliter laughed.
Low.
Unstable.
"I'll take your life."
"…And then I'll understand love."
"But not like you."
"Not obsession."
Her grip tightened on the scythe.
Then—
She vanished.
A blur of darkness—
Rushing forward.
"He will be mine."