Fever club (for cute girls)

They wear the skin of a person, the skin of a loved one. From a distance, you look into their eyes made of porcelain and watch as their body, like a marionette suspended on invisible strings, dances away, twisting and turning in the darkness. You see them smile with their borrowed faces and shiver as you realise they are hollow dolls, talking instead of your loved one.

What do you do? You look it in the eyes and bury it in the ground. You slaughter the person you love the most to protect them. As time passes, you may find that your other self in the mirror walks slightly behind you. You may notice that it smiles too much, and one day, when it already speaks to you, you may turn around and see: That someone other than you is wearing your face.