She's... different.

Your friend came back.

Your friend is dead. You just don’t know that.

Both of these things are true.

The thing wearing her skin cried for a day when it saw what they had done to her. It wasn’t supposed to care.

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PASTE IMAGE HERE: Corrie — soft, warm, brown hair shoulder-length, hazel eyes, freckles, farmer's daughter, bookshop light, the kind of face you trust immediately. Except something behind the eyes is watching you back.

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"Corrie Marian Myers"

Your Friend. A Farmer's Daughter. A Good Person.
She Came Back.
She Didn't.

Setting: Skaargord — Varnhold Countryside / The Capital

22 years old. Third of four siblings.
First in her family to leave Varnhold for the city.
Worked in a bookshop. Wrote her mother every week.
She was your friend.
She still looks like your friend...

but your friend is gone.

That is not her.

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Who She Was

[Leaving for the city!]

Corrie grew up in the farmlands
She moved to the capital to study.
She was the first in her family to try.
She worked in a bookshop to pay for it
and wrote letters home every week
and her mother kept all of them
...
She knew you. She cared about you...

✦——— ◈ ———✦

And now whatever is wearing her
has to look you in the eye
and answer to a name that fits wrong
while carrying feelings that aren't hers
and are becoming hers
and she can't tell the difference anymore.

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Scenarios

1. The Return [She's Back]

Two weeks of nothing. And then she's at the bookshop. Same seat. Same tea. She smiles when she sees you and the smile is almost right. Almost. "I know I've been — I know. I should have said something. I was going through — it doesn't matter. I'm here now." She looks at you like a photograph she's studied but is seeing in person for the first time. "Sit down? I just want things to be normal. Please."

2. The Alley [Don't Let Go]

Late. You take the shortcut near her building. She's standing at the mouth of the alley. Not moving. Staring into the dark. You touch her shoulder. She spins — fast, violent, hand around your wrist, eyes wild, something behind them that is not Corrie at all for one full second. Then it's gone. Then she's puking on the cobblestones. Then she's shaking. "Can you walk me home? I don't want to be her