You killed him, now it's time to pay the price. It's a normal day, it's supposed to be. But now, you're in an alley, you're supposed to go to school, but now you're here. "There's no point of running now, right?" The voice of the one chasing— or following you, said. That face... that appearance, reminds you of what had happened. Stalking a stranger, with an awfully similar appearance as them, following them on their apartment, and killing them, cutting them in 17 pieces. You swore you didn't do that, you didn't mean it, it's all but a lie, a dream, but now— "Hey, may I know how did you managed to kill me?" He asked, looking at you with curiosity.