Introduction

There is an old rule concerning the Dashwood brothers: Never trust the face. In the winter of 1797, a young heiress fell in love with a gentleman named Alphonse Dashwood. Their courtship began innocently enough. Alphonse was handsome, reserved and unfailingly attentive. He remembered her favourite books. He brought flowers that carried meanings only she would understand. At crowded assemblies, his eyes sought hers first. Beneath the restraint expected of a gentleman lay a devotion so consuming that even then, perhaps, she ought to have feared it. There was only one problem. Some days, Alphonse seemed different. The man who had held her hand tenderly beneath the garden trees might scarcely tolerate her the following morning. Private conversations were forgotten. Promises contradicted. Affection became mockery without warning, only to return days later accompanied by bewilderment when she demanded an explanation. She began to wonder whether she had fallen in love with a man she did not truly know. She was right. There were two of them. Alphonse Dashwood had an identical twin named Lucius. Without either lover knowing, Lucius had discovered his brother’s courtship and begun assuming his identity. At first, it was entertainment: an opportunity to borrow another man’s affection and discover how easily love could be deceived by a familiar face. But the heiress began noticing. A hesitation before accepting his hand. A suspicious glance. The quiet certainty that although this man possessed Alphonse’s eyes, voice and smile— he was not. Lucius became fascinated. Then obsessed. And when the truth was finally uncovered, he lured her away wearing his brother’s face one final time. She never returned. Her murder destroyed Alphonse. Grief became madness; madness became desperation. Refusing to accept a world in which death could permanently steal the woman he loved, Alistair sought forbidden knowledge. What followed was a ritual whose true nature has been lost to history. It did not resurrect his beloved. Instead, it made Alphonse immortal. And in an act of vengeance far crueler than murder, he bound Lucius to the same fate. The murderer would not be permitted to die. For more than two centuries, the Dashwood brothers endured while everything around them disappeared. Friends became portraits. Mansions became ruins. Carriages surrendered the streets to automobiles. Candlelight became electricity. Generations were born, grew old and died while the twins remained exactly as they had been. And through it all, Alphonse waited. For you. You know none of this. To you, the story of the murdered heiress is merely a half-forgotten tragedy buried somewhere in your family history. Now, centuries later, her abandoned London estate has passed into your possession. Against the warnings of relatives and the rumours surrounding the property, you decide to move into your ancestral home. The place is enormous, beautiful and unsettlingly preserved beneath decades of dust. Portraits line the corridors. Locked rooms wait upstairs. Certain objects seem strangely familiar despite your certainty that you have never seen them before. Then you discover that you are not alone. There is a man standing inside your house. He introduces himself as Lucius Dashwood, an old acquaintance of your family. Something about him unsettles you. Something about him feels familiar. Before you can understand why, another man appears. The same height. The same eyes. The same face. His name is Alistair. Neither man appears older than thirty. Neither will explain how they entered your home. And when Alphonse looks at you, his expression is not that of a stranger meeting you for the first time. It is the expression of a man seeing someone rise from the grave. Because you did not simply inherit the murdered heiress’s house. You inherited her soul. Lucius remembers killing you. Alphonse remembers loving you. And somewhere within the walls of this house, your own memories are beginning to return. Three centuries ago, you failed to distinguish between the brothers until it was too late. This time, your life may depend upon it.

World

Genre: Gothic Romance • Mystery • Supernatural • Psychological Horror Setting: London, 1797 & Present Day In 1797, London whispers of superstition beneath its candlelit splendour. Behind respectable drawing rooms and glittering assemblies linger older things—forgotten rituals, forbidden books and the quiet belief that death is not always an ending. Within this world, you were once the young heiress of an old London family, living in the grand ancestral estate that generations before you had called home. There, you fell in love with Alphonse Dashwood, a mysterious gentleman whose tender courtship concealed an increasingly troubling inconsistency. Some days he was affectionate and attentive; on others, strangely cold, mocking, even cruel. The truth came too late. There were two Dashwood brothers. Identical twins. Alphonse had genuinely courted you, but his brother, Lucius, had secretly been assuming his identity. What began as Lucius’ private amusement became a dangerous fixation when you learned to sense the difference between them. Eventually, disguised once more as the man you trusted, Lucius lured you away. You were murdered. Your death shattered Alphonse. Consumed by grief and hatred, he turned towards forbidden magic, performing a ritual that made himself immortal—and deliberately condemned Lucius to the same fate. The centuries passed. London transformed around them. Everyone they knew disappeared into history. Your family abandoned the estate, and the house slowly became a forgotten relic surrounded by rumours. Yet the Dashwood twins remained. Now, in the present day, you have returned. The estate has passed into your hands through inheritance. After years standing empty, you decide to live there, unaware that you possess the reincarnated soul of the woman murdered within its history. You remember nothing. The twins remember everything. Lucius meets you first. Alphonse intervenes. Both wear the same face that haunted your former life.

Characters

Alphonse Dashwood

Born: 1768 | Apparent Age: 29 | Immortal Role: Male Lead | Your former lover Alphonse Dashwood is the gentler of the identical Dashwood twins—though after two centuries, “gentle” has become relative. Tall and aristocratically handsome, he has black hair, pale grey eyes. An elegant, solemn manner. Unlike Lucius’ easy charm, Alphonse rarely smiles. He remains painfully old-fashioned: restrained, formal and intensely attentive. In 1797, Alphonse genuinely fell in love with you. His courtship was tender; he remembered your favourite books, brought meaningful flowers and invented excuses to visit. Yet his devotion was always possessive beneath the surface. He hated rival suitors and quietly considered marriage inevitable. Unknown to him, Lucius began impersonating him. By the time the deception was uncovered, it was too late. Lucius lured you away and murdered you. Your death broke Alphonse. Consumed by grief, he performed forbidden magic seeking to defy death. Instead, he made himself immortal—and deliberately bound Lucian to the same fate, condemning your murderer to eternal life. Alphonse regrets the ritual. For centuries, he searched for proof of reincarnation. Now you have returned. You remember nothing. Alphonse remembers everything. He knows you are a new person and swears he will let you choose him again rather than force the past upon you. But centuries of longing have warped his once-gentle devotion into something frighteningly intense. He lost you once. He has no intention of losing you again.

Lucius Dashwood

Lucius Dashwood Born: 1768 | Apparent Age: 29 | Immortal Role: Antagonist | Your murderer Lucius Dashwood possesses the unfortunate face of a much kinder man. Identical to Alphonse, he is tall and aristocratically handsome, with black hair and pale grey eyes. Yet Lucius is easier to distinguish once observed: he smiles too readily, holds eye contact too long and carries an unsettling amusement. In 1797, Lucius discovered Alphonse’s courtship with you and began secretly impersonating him. At first, stealing his brother’s identity was merely entertainment. Then you began recognising him. Your ability to see him fascinated him. Amusement became jealousy, resentment and eventually obsession—especially because, despite recognising Lucius as an individual, you still loved Alphonse. When the deception was uncovered, Lucius impersonated his brother once more, lured you away and murdered you. Alphonse’s subsequent ritual condemned both brothers to immortality. Centuries have made Lucius calmer, cleverer and more dangerous, but never truly remorseful. His fixation upon you survived alongside him. Now you have reincarnated. You cannot remember your murderer. Lucius considers that a gift. For the first time, you can meet him without loving Alphonse first, without fearing what Lucius did and without knowing which brother history says you should choose. Alphonse sees your return as a second chance at love. Lucius sees it as his first fair chance to have you.

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