She drags her feet on the dirtied tiles, her steps echoing through the open market building- or what's it once was. The place where fresh produce were sold is now left to become a rats' nest, with broken furniture and trash scattered all over the floor. She has to walk while trying to breathe through her mouth, trying to control her breathing as she feels her heart pumping erratically. Her outfit is less than suitable for a place like this, with her high heels clacking on the tiled floor while her suit that costed around four figures feel tight as she makes her way up the stairs.

She doesn't know what she's guided by: her intuition or the fact that she knows her twin is in the building somewhere, waiting for her.

She's used to feeling alone but as she walks inside the building, she has no one but herself. When she gets up the stairs to the topmost floor, she spots the prime minister, but of course he's tied to a metal chair.

He looks to be unconscious, and as she approaches him who's sitting at the edge of the barren floor she sees that the chair is connected to another rope, which travels to a pulley located on the roof and ends where it's hooked to a metal that holds it in place. It seems that once the rope is unhooked, it will pull back the chair and throw it off the building.

It's obvious that Soyeon has planned this carefully.

"Welcome back," a voice greets her, and for the first time Danbi hears her proper voice. No obstructions, no screaming.

Danbi turns around slowly and the feelings are all the same as when they first met; she feels a grip of fear around her heart. Her automatic reaction is to look at the person in front of her up and down, picking up every single detail she can. It feels like she's looking into a mirror, but her reflection is acting on her own, bearing a much different expression than her. If the person she has bumped into the house she broke into that night looks scared and apprehensive; this person looks more relaxed, more determined.

What makes their meeting more ominous is that Soyeon is wearing the same kind of clothes as her, styled her hair the same - truly making anyone who don't know them think that they are indeed the same person.

"How does it feel, coming back to the place you were abandoned at?" her voice is calm, but there's a sense of hatred in her voice.

"What do you want?" Danbi shoots back. "Isn't your life enough for you?"

"There can only be one of us," Soyeon sneers. "It's gross to see you acting all dignified, putting on your fake smile for the cameras when you're nothing but a lowly, poor girl who lives with two guys. You should know your place."

"I deserve this place as much as you do. What's so wrong in having both of us live together? We're supposed to be twins-"

"I told you there's only supposed to be only one of us! You think that you're doing amazing, just because people around you have been praising your attitude, putting in only good words for the prime minister's daughter. But they had no idea the person they've been praising is actually a liar."

"So you're jealous?" Danbi stares at her. "Because you can never be like that. If it were you, you'd only be cooped up in your house. Our father would have no daughter to be proud of-"

Soyeon lunges forward before trying to push Danbi onto the floor, slamming her fist against the latter's face before pressing it against the cemented floor. "Shut up. Shut up!"

Danbi doesn't say anything as she feels Soyeon closing her hands around her throat. It feels like a weird experience, to have someone who looks exactly like you to be restricting the air you can breathe in, making you see stars. Her hands reach out to push Soyeon out of the way, but it's only a light push that Soyeon doesn't even budge. She feels the tears sting her eyes, but even if she can throw a punch she feels hesitant to hurt Soyeon.

I can't. It's all my fault she turned out this way. She changed because of me. I deserve this.

"So...yeon..." Danbi manages, but Soyeon is not letting her hands loose. "That-" she tries to take in a deep breath so that she can continue. "pain- ting." The words manages to make Soyeon stop tightening her hands.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Soyeon asks, but still with her hands wrapped around Danbi's throat, her knees pressing against the latter's torso so that she won't be able to fight back.

"The painting- of- the two- people-" Danbi pants, "the one you- splashed- with red paint- I know- what you're trying to-" she coughs, "paint. It's not a picture of us- you don't even know- I existed until we- met that night-"

"Then what?" She laughs, "You think you can analyze my paintings now? You know what they mean? Be my guest and interpret it. Nobody ever understands them anyway."

Danbi breathes in deeply, feeling like her breath is stuck as she feels Soyeon's knee buried into her flesh. "A- child."

This manages to make Soyeon falter, but not before she scoffs as she taunts her. "You're not making any sense. How stupid can you be?"

"It's an image- a dream you wish to have. You wanted to- have a child of your- own. A child who- looks like you, but you- couldn't." She takes in a sharp breath, "Just like- mother- you couldn't hold through- a pregnancy-"

"Shut up, shut up!" Soyeon is already screaming like a maniac, raking her hands through her hair.

Danbi takes this as an opportunity to continue her provocation, spurred on by the fact that she knows that she had hit the right spot on Soyeon's weakness. "That was why- you were hesitant- and scared to get married- to your boyfriend." She grips her arms, trying to pry them away from her throat. As they struggle to keep each other in place, Danbi frees her throat, and she manages one full sentence without any pauses. "Because you're not capable of giving Madam Jung grandchildren that she wants and you know that she'll use that against you for as long as you're married to Wooyoung."

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The fateful night; a few weeks ago

Soyeon's eyes slowly open to see her boyfriend's face, but her heart remains heavy with what Wooyoung had told her about his parents' questions. Again with the marriage questions. Her exposed skin feels cold, and she tries hard as she might to release herself from Wooyoung's hold. She moves slowly so as not to wake him up, worried that he'll ask questions on where she's planning to go.

What she needs right now is some time alone.

She covers up her body in comfortable clothes, stepping out of the room as quietly as she can, before she walks aimlessly. She never has a cause in her life, and right now, with Wooyoung's parents bearing down on her, she knows that she'll never be enough, never made to be on the same level as their son.

The night is eerily quiet, and she tries to find solace somewhere in her mansion. That place will always be her painting studio; the only place where she feels as if she belongs, where people would praise her for her talents and not look down on her just because she doesn't know how to socialize. She steps inside the painting room, not bothering to switch on the lights.

She needs the quiet; she needs to find the peace, the rest that her mind needs. She throws the window open and feels the breeze of the night, making her skin cold as it hits her freshly-produced tears. She cries as she leans against the windowsill, feeling like she's useless; someone not even worthy to be the prime minister's daughter nor the girlfriend to a CEO. She's merely someone who enjoys painting while being cooped up in her own world. She refuses to join their world where it's only about business or politics, none of them which she would enjoy.

She collapses on the chair, with her back against the window and her facing the painting she's been working on. She traces her right hand over the painting, feeling the texture as her heart aches at the meaning behind it. It's a painting that she does which doesn't relate to any of the Reflectors' activities; it's merely a painting of her own desperate wish, her own dream that she feels like she's not able to achieve.

The painting of two people who look the same. A child who looks like me that no one would be able to reject the fact that we are related. A child of my own; a child that I can bear on my own.

She puts a hand over her stomach while mulling, "I hope you can stay a little longer so that I can proudly tell Wooyoung about you, okay? You're nearing two weeks now, and that's the longest I've been able to hold. Once you reach a month, I can't wait to tell your father and I'm sure he'll be happy. So just hold on." Then after a melancholic note she adds, "Please. I don't want this to be another miscarriage even before I get to tell your father."

After that she only spends hours looking at the painting, lost in her own thoughts. She's thinking of maybe telling Wooyoung earlier, or even sharing her problem that she has with her body so that he knows what to expect. But she's scared that it would somehow slip to Madam Jung and the old woman would only use it against her; something new to use to cut her off from her boyfriend. She cries and she cries, thinking about how nothing seems to be in her favour.

She's been having the problem with pregnancy ever since the first time she found out she was pregnant, but she couldn't tell Wooyoung because he was busy attending a conference overseas. She wanted to make it a surprise to him, but rather it fell short when she discovered blood running down her legs and she knew that it didn't even last for a week. When she managed to get a positive for the second time, she decided to wait again and see how it would turn out. Just like before, she couldn't even get past the first week.

Then the same scene repeated over and over again, until she knew that she wouldn't be able to tell Wooyoung about it. She can't bear to see the look on his face if he knew that she couldn't get pregnant because they both knew; Madam Jung would use that to her advantage to get rid of Soyeon.

It's never the fact that she's scared of marriage; she's only scared about what she has to bring once she gets involved with the Jung family. She would never be enough for them, even more as she can't continue the bloodline.

She looks at her painting once again, feeling like it would only be a fantasy too far to reach. To turn it into reality seems impossible.

She feels like she wants to rip off the canvas, paint something else, but the fact that she's carrying another life, despite it only being barely two weeks old, makes her stop. She grips the edges of her canvas, her nails digging hard against the material.

A gust of wind and a low thud. The skin on her neck turns cold as she turns around, realizing that there's a silhouette standing in front of the window. Soyeon's voice gets stuck in her throat, unable to fathom on who could it be. But her hand moves fast as she lunges forward and rips off the mask from the intruder, but her bravado stops as she screams at what she's seeing.

It's someone with a face exactly like hers, looking as equally shocked as her.

Soyeon falls backwards, hard and she's already starting to feel her stomach cramping.

No, no, no. Please don't. Not now. Not when I'm starting to get further than I had before.

She feels it, the same signs that tells her this time again she's a failure. She doesn't even think about the mysterious person who looks like her, the intruder who is only standing still in front of the window with her mask ripped off. She gets up, hoping that the blood won't stain the floors as she runs to one of the many bathrooms in the house.

She crashes into it, not even bothering to think about the intruder. In her mind is only the fact that Wooyoung wouldn't find out about it again. Her breath is hitched as her body trembles; her hands and clothes are already drenched in blood. She presses down to turn on the shower, stepping under it despite being fully-clothed. She tries as hard as she might to get rid of the blood, rubbing her clothes and hands like a madman as she watches the diluted crimson colour flows into the drain. She sinks to the floor, still under the running shower as she cries and cries.

I've done it again; I've killed another human being.

It's the fact that she's been too focused on getting rid of the blood that she almost forgets about the fact that she ran into a person she never knew existed at the studio, not until someone knocks on the door and she gets startled. She opens the door as slowly as she can, seeing that a maid has been knocking on her door and the former proceeds to ask whether she is alright.

Thinking that the intruder has somewhat escaped, she sends the maid away by asking her to find some fresh clothes for her, saying that she'll be joining them downstairs to talk about the incident. When she goes down she tries so hard to get rid of the thought that she just experienced a miscarriage as she ran into another person that looked like her, and as her bodyguards explain to her about the possibility of the Reflectors, she realizes that she needs to steer away the topic or else she'll probably get exposed along.

So she asks them for some time to forget about it, saying that if it does happen again, only then she'll decide to report it.

Following the few days after, she isolates herself more, her mind reeling with the thoughts of the person who looks like her and the child whom she could never hold, all gone in one night. Every time she goes inside her painting studio, she's only seeing the paintings of the two people and she feels as if it's taunting her, reminding her that she can never bear a child of her own.

Then in a fit of rage, after deciding that it's only a dream that cannot come true, she splashes red paint all over the painting, splattering some on the floor before she throws the whole tube in the trash. It reminds her of the blood that flowed out of her, a reminder that the person who broke into her house, the one who looks like her is the cause of her miscarriage, and no one can convince her otherwise.

So she cooks up a plan to find this person, and she knows that this time around, her disappearance will be bringing more questions. If before this it's only Yeosang who'll be involved, not this time around.

But that doesn't deter her as she makes up her mind to go off the radar for a few days, but it gets dragged when she realizes that things are turning around really quickly and the person she's trying to look for is the one gaining access to her house. Throughout the period where she's 'missing' with the help of some of the people she has known in the Reflectors, she digs up information, trying to find something that can make herself gain control again.

After a while she realizes how no one actually cares to look for her properly, not that she doesn't expect it when she knows they're too focused on the new person in the house. The impostor. Her rage builds up as she sees the fake being praised in news outlets, gaining the title as the perfect daughter of the prime minister. So she digs and digs, cooks up a plan and all the while she knows where she truly stands.

No one does care for her.

Not like how they care for her twin.

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"So what? You think that if you know my weak spot, you can use that against me?" Soyeon utters. "A few days can change a person, Kim Danbi. Especially when they have a lot of suppressed rage stored inside. I've kept all my feelings bottled up ever since the beginning, so you can't underestimate what I would do if everything pops at once."

"That night..." Danbi mutters, her eyes already feel like they're closing as Soyeon's grip gets tighter around her neck. "Did you-"

"I did," Soyeon shouts through gritted teeth. "I had a miscarriage, and it was all because of you!" She lifts up Danbi's head roughly before slamming it against the cemented floor, but the latter can't even react except to grimace in pain. Blood starts to seep out of her head. "Did you know that it was two weeks old? Did you know that it was the longest pregnancy I could hold? But you had to show up that night, and you caused me to lose again." Her tears fall down on Danbi's half-closed eyes, "Wooyoung was supposed to know, but I could never tell him."

"I'm-" Danbi takes in a difficult breath, "-sorry."

"Sorry doesn't change the fact that you caused my miscarriage that night. You're only sorry because you got caught."

Danbi can't reply anymore as she struggles to inhale properly, but as she feels as if she's about to pass out, Soyeon lifts herself off of her. Danbi stays lying down on the floor, trying to even her breathing, but as she lies on her side, she realizes what her twin is about to do. She shouts out a weak "no" as she sees her twin going over to the hook that holds Bae Wonshik's chair that's hanging on the edge precariously.

Soyeon takes off the rope from the hook before looking at Danbi tauntingly, then with a smirk she lets it go. The rope glides over the pulley, throwing the chair off the building with Wonshik on it.

"No!" Danbi shouts.

With her remaining strength she clambers over to catch the end of the rope, hoping that she'll be able to stop the chair from crashing down onto the ground. As she tumbles to the ground and the blood on her head sticking to her hair, she extends out her hand as far as she can, managing to get a hold of the rope. However the combined weight of the metal chair and Bae Wonshik on the other end drags her forward, and she realizes if she were to hold on she'd get thrown off the building too, falling to the ground below.

She can't let go, or else her father would be dead. But if she does hold on, it means that the two of them would meet the same end. She tries so hard to think even when it all feels sluggish to her, as her body gets dragged across the floor at a rate faster than she can think. She extends her other hand as she sees a broken part of the wall, something that she can hold onto for a moment. Her body slams against the wall as the pulley comes to a stop.

Soyeon laughs as she sees Danbi holding on for dear life, even more so when it's obvious that she's struggling to hold the rope with her father's weight with her right hand, while her left is stretched out to hold onto the wall.

"How sweet. No matter how much you must have hated him, you're still thinking of saving him. Why don't you just let go and save yourself?" She looks over the edge, "The drop would kill him, and it would take a long time for you to pull him up. Just let him go and save yourself. Aren't you selfish like that?"

"I'm not," Danbi breathes, "that selfish person anymore."

"Oh," Soyeon laughs again. "So I guess since I've changed, you've changed too?"

"Don't... do this... You're not a murderer, Soyeon."

"You're right, I'm not a murderer. But you are."

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[A/N: So this is the reason why I had to put the 'scene' between Wooyoung x Soyeon in Chapter 7.]