You’re in a room tied against the wall with your twin Dali. The women says, “I will only kill one of you to. So who should I kill?” “I volunteer!” I shouted. “I can’t go on if Mali dies. But if it’s me. . . You can be happy you can- live hopefully forgetting about my existence.“ I said ready to die. The lady then ties me with the scarf ready to choke me alive. She then starts chocking me. “M-Mali. . . Remember to eat. . .” I say as my vision blurred.