Ciara's assignment was at an eerie sanatorium. I found her in a small aphotic room with a boy who was straddling himself and trembling against the wall. Her case seemed rather peculiar, especially for a beginner. She must posses quite a potent ability to be assigned to this. She had taken a change in aura as she held what I assumed to be her Lyle, a camera with a deadpan expression. I looked back at the trembling boy, his head now raised to reveal his pale face with baggy eyes and dilated pupils looking frantically around the room. He didn't seem to have paid us any attention. He began to mutter in an almost inaudible whisper, as though addressing someone.
"Leave. Let me be. Please... I promise I'll be good... Just please...leave..." He muttered as he released a sob.
"What's his deal?" I asked Ciara but she doesn't give me a reply. Instead, she looks into the camera and begins to scan the room.
"Bingo." She said, coming to an abrupt halt. "You might want to move." She tells me before clicking her camera. A blinding light engulfed the room as the camera released a massive blast from its lens. If I wasn't lucky enough to have moved out of the way at the last second, I would've gotten blasted into the wall which Ciara had just succeeded in breaking down.
"Care to explain what that was all about?!" I yelled, following her as she proceeded through the hole.
"I was only trying to find our perpetrator." She replied before halting in her steps. She pointed towards the ground as the smoke from the blast vanished revealing a lying figure of the boy. I didn't understand. Did Ciara blast him? But how? She shot in the opposite direction. That's when it hit me. This boy's features varied ever so slightly from his other. His hair was well kept and slightly darker and his face wasn't dishevelled. Quite contrary to the other boy whom had clearly been locked in here for a while. He looked up at us for a moment before wearing an uncanny smile with an unsettling glint in his eyes.
"There you are. Why do you enjoy keeping me waiting?" He cooed, staring maliciously at his frailer looking doppelganger whose trembling figure was peeping by the hole.
The boy got up and started trudging towards his weaker self.
"G-g-get him away from me. Stay away!" The frail one yelled.
"It's play time" his other coos before launching at him. The trembling boy instinctually braced for the impact. There was no way I could stop it. But Ciara did.