Diana stared at the two of them, then at herself. In the reflection of the glass coffee table, she saw her own face—but with a subtle change: her usual sharp gaze had softened, and there was a faint, mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She touched her cheek and realized she was looking at… her own reflection, but it wasn’t her —it was face, with Diana’s Rider insignia etched faintly across his forehead.

Diana Rider had always thought her family dynamics were pretty standard. She was the younger sister, with a stepbrother and a step sister who were both from her father's previous marriage. Her stepbrother, Alex, was always the protective type, and her stepsister, Mia, was the sweet, caring one. They all got along, but there was always a bit of a gap between Diana and her older siblings.

Milo glanced at Lila, then at Diana, his expression turning grave. “It’s a transposition module. I found it in the attic—right next to the old family trunk. I think it’s… it’s a swap device.”