The Clone Raven

Dark clouds loom over the city, and the air was laden with the moist sensation left over by heavy rain. The puddles on the round mirrored the two figures standing opposite to each other. A murderous intent shone within the eyes of the clone, Raven. The dart in his hand revealed its frosty gleam, poised to strike. His entire being was in a state of armed readiness, his eyes only focusing on Valentina, his target. In contrast, Valentina had both hands tucked in her coat pockets. Looking at him, her eyes lacked any vestige of tension or sharpness one would expect at the prospect of an imminent fight. It was as though she was not confronting an enemy, but an old acquaintance instead. The emotions that subtly diffused from her eyes confirmed this. It was as though she was looking past the clone to another person. The clone seemed to perceive something from the way she was watching him, delaying his strike and not hurrying to take action. Valentina asked, "Are you knowingly marching towards