"I'll admit it, Lucien Ashborne," the robed man said, his voice echoing in the sudden, ringing silence. "Your skill is almost worthy of being mistaken for me."
I kept my face perfectly blank, leveling the smoking barrel of my rifle directly at his chest. But inside, my mind was spiraling into deep, frantic confusion.
Mistaken for you? I stared at the dual revolvers, the impossible curving bullets, and the dark, heavy coat. A terrifying realization slowly began to dawn on me, pulled straight from my knowledge of Asteria Online's lore.
Who the fuck are you?
A wild, impossible guess surfaced in my mind, and a violent shiver ran down my spine.
As if hearing my thoughts, the robed man slowly reached up and pulled back his deep hood.
