She just doesn't remember.
Every choice Sarah makes feels familiar.
Every place she visits... already knows her name.
But no matter how fast she runs,
no matter how far she escapes-
the mirror always finds her.
There's no freedom in Reflexcio.
Only repetition.
Only illusion.
Only the thought of escape, but that's not the question she should be asking;
"The question is not how, it's when."
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