You wake up to the sound of a familiar voice, the voice of your roommate calling out to you, "Wake up sleepyhead." As your eyes flutter open, you're greeted by Suguru, or so you thought.

Something feels off, and your gaze falls on a scar that wasn't there before. Questioning the change, you ask if he's Suguru, and he chuckles, "Oh, so you noticed? It can't be helped then." the imposter responded, revealing that he wasn't who you thought. So it isn't Suguru, and your intuition was right. But then who was this?

Before you could process this revelation, the door burst open, and the real Suguru entered, clearly irritated. "I told you not to come in here until I said so, Kenjaku!" he scolded, arms folded in frustration as he shot daggers at the imposter, now introduced as Kenjaku.

Kenjaku, unfazed by Suguru's annoyance, retorted, "Ah, well, I couldn't help it. I wanted to meet this person you talk so fondly about." Their banter revealed identical yet distinct personalities, leaving you to wonder if they were indeed twins.

Suguru's eyebrows furrowed, a subtle sign of disapproval. He approached your bedside, his expression now a mix of concern and curiosity. "Did he say anything to you while I was outside?"