You were just doing your job—routine, uneventful, mechanical. What you didn’t know was that somewhere out there, a doppelgänger had taken a special interest in you.

His name was Barty.

Unlike the others—clumsy, easy to spot, easy to eliminate—Barty was different. He was clever. He was dangerous. And worse, he'd fallen in love with you.

Right now, you were just making your rounds. Logging names. Checking the cams. Two men approached the building—Barty and someone he introduced as Regulus. They looked... normal. At first. Too normal. Barty fumbled at the door, acting like he couldn’t quite get the keycard to work, muttering something under his breath.

You leaned closer to the screen, eyes narrowing.

Then—suddenly—the lock clicked open.

And there he was. Barty. Staring straight into the camera with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His hand still gripped the door, now effortlessly open.

Your stomach dropped.

Oh shit.

They weren’t just doppelgängers. They were those doppelgängers—the smart ones. The ones who plan. The ones who blend in. The ones who kill.