Nathan leaned forward slightly, his voice colder now. "Then tell me, Mom. What did you cook for breakfast yesterday?"
The woman chuckled lightly. "Oh, Nathan… why ask such a small thing—"
"You're not our mom," Elshienne whispered, her voice trembling now.
The woman in the driver's seat didn't respond. Her hands remained on the wheel, perfectly still. Too still. Then she spoke again—but this time, the warmth in her voice was gone. It was hollow. Flat.
"…So, you noticed."
Her face began to flicker, and the air shimmered as the illusion started to break.
Nathan immediately reached for the emergency handle. "Damn it!"
The fake Seoyang turned her head slightly, "How disappointing," she said,
The woman in the driver's seat—the fake Seoyang—smiled calmly as her face shimmered again, slowly changing. she no longer looked like their mother. Her brown hair turned jet black, her eyes a dull grey.
