The roly-poly looking officer, incapable of doing anything properly, walked past my cell with a warning glare straight in my direction. Little does he know, I can scoop his eyeballs out with my bare hands. But the handcuffs, seeping deep in my skin, restrain me from doing so.

The barred window revealed the dark night sky with the full moon glowing, making a prominent ray of moonlight enter the dark room. The flickering light bulb made my shadow appear then and again, at least giving me a soothe of someone being beside me, my shadow.

Usual nights in prison were quiet and scary, but today the thick voice of a male shouting were heard coming from the silent hallways.

"I didn't do it, I swear!"

The voice seemed to get closer and I thought they would take the man past my cellar, not wanting to put a person with the most dangerous criminal of the building. Surprisingly, they unlocked my door and pushed the man inside, making him slump down on the cement floor.

The same warning glare was what I got as I lifted my handcuffed hands to show him I'm no condition of doing anything. The poor fellow didn't stop convincing the agent that it wasn't him who committed, I don't know what sort of crime. They paid no attention to his calls and walked away, leaving him sighing and helpless.

He took no notice of his companion, and sat on the floor, his hands in his palms in disappointment. My urge to talk to him was growing intensively, but I decided against it, not wanting to scare the distressed man.

He finally heeded my presence and turned his neck to look at me, only to scoot even more away from me, ten to one, because of my appearance. The thick black line surrounding my eyes didn't seem to be approved by him, my brown hair sticking to my face added to my scary appearance and my baggy prison outfit can make anyone fearful.

Devil is the actual adjective for my demeanor. This isn't the first time I'm getting such sort of reaction, but it still seems to hurt the same as the first time.

My stare didn't leave his agitation as he looked around the dull grey walls engraved with tally marks, reminding me of the three years I spent here for nothing.

In a hope of getting a positive result, he walked to the bars and getting a tight grasp on them, started yelling the same thing.

"I didn't do it!"

My ears started to hurt at the same persistent chant.

"Your efforts will go in vain. Once you're in here, there's no way out." The truth had to be told to him to at least calm him down.

He seemingly believed my words because he let out a heavy breath and finally settled on the bunker placed next to mine.

The moonlight finally illuminated his face as I recognized the similarity of his features. He looked so much like him that I might actually want to ask him for his identity.

His eyelids fell over his eyes and I hugged my knees close to my body, the image of the hideous person as clear as crystal in my head. I never feared his presence in the last three years, but even his clone can make me weak in my knees.

I shut my eyes as the tears started​ shedding, giving me a sense of coolness on my cheeks. Slight snores were audible and the similarity was again clearly visible.

I wanted to break the handcuffs and hug him tight, he has to be him. There's no other way of two people being the exact duplicate of each other, other than being the same person themselves.

I spent the night just staring at him, not afraid of​ getting caught stalking him. Luckily, he didn't open his eyes, giving me an ample amount of time to soak in the sharp traits.

The chirping of the birds broke me from my deep trance and my already smudged liner is sure to be dripping down my face.

He has to be Yash!
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A short epilogue! But the chapters will be long, I promise!