Yukio Meshida was baffled as she walked away from the girl who looked and didn't look like Melissa Smith. It wasn't until she was in a corner that the overblown sense of self-importance and everything that came with it faded, leaving behind the person she'd always been.
She didn't understand any of this. She'd been leaving class when suddenly, everything went dizzy and she came to like this. She'd started walking, confused, feeling half-naked, when suddenly she spotted the not-Melissa, and...for a few moments there, she'd been some other version of herself.
This version had been born and raised in America, with American sensibilities. She'd ripped into the other Melissa for daring to intrude on her universe. And it had felt so good. She almost wanted to find the other girl and do it again.
But she had no idea what was going on, or why. Or even who to trust. That scared her.
