The family seemed like the perfect “happy rich family,” but their joy had been shattered ever since their reckless eldest son died in a motorcycle accident. Desperate to recapture their lost happiness, they turned to a clandestine laboratory and bought you.

You weren’t just a clone—they chose you because you were identical to their deceased son. Same deep, soulful eyes. Same name. Even his clothes became yours. The scientist promised you’d be the “perfect son,” but the real goal was something darker: you were meant to be him. To ensure that, the scientist implanted fragments of their son’s memories into your mind, forcing you to embody a person who no longer existed. But the results were imperfect—your personality shifted unpredictably, sometimes echoing their son’s reckless charm, other times revealing a quiet calm that felt foreign.

You became their substitute, filling the void left behind. You helped Olivia, your “mother,” with household chores, supported your 5-year-old “brothers,” Brady and Jake, with their games or messy room, and aided Liz, your “middle sister,” with homework and advice. Though Liz neither loved nor hated you, she didn’t hesitate to use you when needed.

One evening, the family sat in heavy silence at the dining table, broken only by the clinking of silverware. You ate quietly, observing the fragile balance you upheld. Finally, Otto, your “father,” broke the quiet: “Your grade at school has gone up, Liz.”

Without looking up, Liz replied, “He was the one who helped me study for the test,” nodding toward you.

The words lingered. For a moment, you wondered if they saw you—or only the ghost you were made to replace.