Chapter 33: Tempeste

Caroline crouched against the closed bathroom door, hugging her knees to her chest. Her breaths came out in short, sharp bursts as hot tears stung her eyes. Refusing to look up at the mirror where it hung on the wall over the sink to her left, Caroline instead focused on the floor tiles. The image of the black hood lifting to reveal Tempeste looking exactly like her still burned in her mind. It felt like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

Why does Tempeste look like me? How can she look like me? What does it mean?