Noirette's steps faltered for the briefest moment, her gaze locked on the figure ahead amid the moonlit throng.
The doppelganger stood motionless, a flawless reflection bathed in the lantern's pallid glow. It was as if the night had exhaled a shadow of herself, poised in eerie stillness.
Yet, Noirette's voice emerged casual, almost conversational, as if commenting on a passing vendor's wares. "Blanchette, I am seeing my own doppelganger right in front of us."
Blanchette followed her line of sight, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly under the iridescent brim of her white hat, where droplets of cool, honey-like essence continued their lazy descent, evaporating into faint mists before touching the ground.
She tilted her head, scanning the space where Noirette pointed. "Is it standing still?"
Noirette nodded, her expression unchanging, though a flicker of unease stirred beneath her composure. "Yes, completely motionless. It has not moved since I noticed it."
