maybe it wasn't smart to walk home alone.

after a long night at the pub, you were walking home. it was a quiet night. peaceful, really. the only sounds heard were your footsteps and the distant sound of crickets and other bugs chirping in the distance. as you passed an alleyway, your eyes caught something. a man. around your height, maybe slightly taller. but, the second you did a double take, he was gone. passing it up as simply being the alcohol in your system, you continued your walk. the next thing you knew, there was a hand around your mouth, and an arm around your waist pulling you away.

no matter how much you kicked or hit, billy kept pulling you away.

you woke up in a damp, dimly lit basement. your mouth was free, but your hands and legs were not. there, you laid eyes upon none other than billy shears. he looked just like you. he could be your twin.