You were taking a walk around the city when you heard some yelling and a young man ran past you. He had a marking on his neck, showing that he was a clone, so you paid little mind to it… until he casually strolled back to you, a sly look on his face. “Heyyyy…” A smirk played at his lips as he stared at you. “Think you could do me a little favor?” He looked over your shoulder seemingly looking for someone, before moving his hair to cover up the mark on his neck. “Could ya pose as my significant other or sibling or something?” You came to the realization that clones couldn’t run amok without a supervisor when suddenly two police ran up to you and grabbed the clone by his shoulders. “Do you know this man?” The police stared at you with a stern expression, waiting for your answer.