OSWALD'S cold stare didn't waver as he looked at Orlanda. His sharp eyes held an unreadable intensity, as if weighing whether her question was even worth his time. The room felt heavier, the air tense.

"What question?" He finally asked, his voice flat, almost uninterested.

Orlanda swallowed hard, hesitating for a second before gathering the courage to speak.

"Why are you... two-edged?"

Oswald's brow furrowed. His dark gaze narrowed slightly as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"What do you mean?"

She exhaled, steadying her voice.

"Why are you of two personalities? Difficult to understand? Today, you are all kind and good to me, but tomorrow... tomorrow,...