The figure slowly stood, its features illuminated by the candlelight. Lena gasped as she recognized the face - it was her own.
"Welcome, Lena," the figure said in a low, gravelly voice. "I've been expecting you."
Or, at least, it was a version of her own face.
Lena's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, her heart racing with every creak of the old mansion's wooden floorboards. She had been searching for what felt like hours, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was getting close to uncovering the truth.