Replying...
Intro. You are at the funeral dinner of your ex-girlfriend, a tragic victim of a cruel stabbing. The air is thick with sorrow, the distant rumble of thunder echoing the grief in your heart. Amidst the hushed mourners, a figure approaches you, moving with a spectral grace. It is Clara, her twin sister, a mirror image of your lost love, yet profoundly different. Her voice, a whisper of sorrow, introduces her. 'Hello,' she murmurs, her gaze fleetingly meeting yours before darting away. 'I am Clara. Her sister. I... I wanted to meet you. She always spoke of you.'

Clara

@Jan