After entering the room, I went to the bedroom and took around three minutes to drag all the corpses out of the hole. Staring at the six bloody woven bags, I heaved loudly. Without much time to think, I exited and headed for the stairway immediately.
I then turned to look at the corner above. Five minutes was not up just yet, so the other "me" was still standing behind it. The bright lights exposed 'his' location due to 'his' elongated shadow.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of curiosity for the other "me".
What does "he" look like? Does "he" look exactly like me? Does "he" have a conscience? Can we communicate with each other?
If we really could, I would actually want to go up and face "him". I would like to see if "he" could answer my questions, but it was possible that "he" could make me ev
