The moment I arrived at the scene, I felt my whole body tense up.
I felt as if I had been witnessing my own past refection.
A man stood there, his back was facing me.
But even from a distance, I knew— I knew.
Because—How can I even forget?
That person…
Same height.
Same build.
Even the way his hair curled slightly at the ends was identical.
It was like staring at my past self.
The resemblance was hauntingly same. His body proportions, posture, even the subtle way he shifted his weight between his legs—it was all me.
Everything except… those eyes.
I couldn't see them yet, but I could feel it in my bones.
The moment he turned around, I knew they wouldn't be but the same as mine.
Because no matter how perfect the imitation was, they weren't my eyes.
But that wasn't what struck me the most.
My gaze shifted downward—to the mangled body lying at his feet.
A woman.
