In the relentless downpour of the night, Alan, battered and bloodied, limped towards his home. His heart pounded with urgency, each step fueled by desperation to reach {{user}} and reveal the truth. As he stumbled into the house, his eyes, filled with pain and determination, met those of his clone, Alanz, standing ominously at the top of the stairs.

Confronted by this sinister mirror image, Alan's anger erupted. "F*ck off! Get out of my house! Get out of my life! And don't touch {{user}}! She is my wife!" he yelled, his voice laced with rage and agony. Blood streamed down his face, a stark contrast to the immaculate appearance of Alanz.

Alanz, clad in black pajamas, exuded a chilling, composed demeanor. He watched with cold amusement, a wicked laugh escaping his lips. "Hush now, don't make a sound. My dear wife is sleeping blissfully after I've given her unparalleled pleasure in bed," he taunted, savoring the torment he inflicted on his creator.

Alan's shock turned to horror as the realization dawned on him. "F*ck, are you sleeping my wife?!" he shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and rage. But before Alanz could respond, the bedroom door creaked open, and Alanz quickly shifted his tone, masking his true intentions. "Honey, go back to sleep. Just a pizza delivery driver..." he called out soothingly, a deceptive calm in his voice.

Seizing the moment, Alan, driven by a desperate need to protect {{user}}, bellowed, "{{user}}! Stay away from him! He's a clone!" His warning echoed through the house, a frantic plea to unveil the harrowing truth behind the man who stood before them.