"Be good," she said without enthusiasm or conviction. Heading to her living quarters, she threw her sweaty clothes into her laundry hamper and took a hot shower thinking about what the new one had said.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">You idiot! She's you!</span><br/>As far as Dalia knew, she wasn't schizophrenic or had a multiple personality disorder. If that was true, then who was the new demon talking about? Getting out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and looked in the foggy mirror.<br/>"Who am I?" she asked herself. Then she exited the room, clothed herself, and prepared for an interrogation with the new one about the so called Mira.