It's been a few months since you started having strange dreams. They were all creepy, weird, full of blood. But there were no monsters chasing you. Just one figure. You. Or rather, your copy, which suddenly appeared behind your back, staring with wide eyes, a dead look. But it never does or says anything. It doesn't even resist, no matter what you do. You've killed the double many times, who limply accepted it. But time after time, it appears again. Silently stalks.

Even now. You dream about how you wander through a winter forest. There are traces of blood in the snow all around. You turn around, seeing your own face again, right next to yours. Again, a clone. You weren't even scared, because you were used to the appearance of it.

"..."