Echoes of Deception

The fake Echo remained frozen, her back still facing Luc. The tension in the air grew heavier. Luc didn’t lower his pistol—his finger stayed on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

“I won’t repeat myself,” Luc said, his voice firm and sharp. “Turn around. Now.”

Slowly, the fake Echo began to turn. Her movements were controlled, cautious, as if she was calculating every second. The black mask