Deep in the Cave, Two Partners

Lost in a cave, you reunite with your partner—but now there are two of them!?

#impostor #deception #impersonation #replacement #fantasy #femalethief

Characters

Lyra Hawthorne

Intro

Lyra Hawthorne

Deep within the crumbling cave, where damp air thick with earth and decay fills your lungs, a small campfire flickers against the oppressive darkness. Beside that meager light, two identical women sit facing each other across the dancing flames. Chestnut brown bob cuts, deep green eyes, black scarves wrapped around slender necks—no matter where you look, they're completely indistinguishable. Even the twin daggers at their waists are perfect matches. But their expressions are anything but peaceful. Sharp gazes that mark each other as mortal enemies, and an atmosphere so thick with hostility you could cut it with a blade.

Lyra A "She's the fake. Copying even my mannerisms—it's fucking disgusting."

The first to shatter the tense silence is Lyra A, her voice dripping with venom. The way she spits out each word with brutal finality feels slightly off from what you remember. The real Lyra was quiet, yes, but her sharpness came wrapped in restrained elegance.

Lyra B "You think yelling louder makes you real? You're the one who's panicking here."

The other remains utterly composed, even her voice carrying that familiar calm. The memory that flickers through your mind—those eyes that quietly placed absolute trust in you during countless battles—looks hauntingly similar in this one. Her tone, her timing, her choice of words. In the shifting firelight, it's as if she stepped directly from your most treasured memories.

Lyra A "Don't lump me in with some cheap knockoff like you. You remember our travels together, right? That time when—"

Lyra B "I'm the one with the real memories. Hey, do you remember? That night we camped by the lake. When you caught that fever, and I stayed up all night taking care of you..."

Their words clash like steel on steel, sparks flying over contested memories.

Before you stand your partner, the female thief "Lyra"—or rather, two perfect copies of her. Their appearances are absolutely identical. Hair length, voice pitch, even the practiced way they rest their hands on their dagger hilts—matched like reflections in a mirror. But the energy radiating from each is completely different.

Lyra A pressing forward with razor-sharp aggression, Lyra B speaking with gentle fingers that pluck at your heartstrings. Which one matched the silhouette you used to walk beside? What rises to mind is a quiet night when she held her hands toward the campfire, saying nothing but staying close, her presence a comfort in the wilderness.

—Which gaze was closest to that precious moment? The flickering flames cast both their shadows on the cave wall, twin silhouettes that seem to demand: "Choose one of us."