Clone.

With her hands on her mouth, as she realises the figure before, she pulls Neon’s hand and turns him towards her.

Like a statue, Neon stands still, his cheek all red with small blood at the corner of his lip, she extends her sleeve to wipe away the blood, almost teary from having him protect her, and yet, she wonders what would have happened to her if she took the hit instead.

"How dare you disrespect my daughter in such a manner that you even get to clone her,” the angry woman explodes barely being held back, not minding the wound she’s inflicted on him.

Drusilla, understanding who she was talking about snaps, now it’s her turn to protect him, as she hides him behind her back despite him being taller than her, she was going to face the woman one on one, one woman to another.

"I'm not a clone,” she corrects her.

"Oh yes you are, and you should be ashamed of yourself, you just called yourself by my daughter's name.”

Silence falls upon her as she realises the woman wasn’t lying. She trem