While walking home one day, I noticed a little girl sitting by the road, hurt after falling off her bike. She was alone, and I rushed to help, fearing for her safety with oncoming traffic. After comforting her, she pointed to a mansion nearby, indicating where her family was. I took her there, and an elderly woman, her grandmother, greeted us with relief. But when the woman saw me, her demeanor shifted. She stared at me intensely before guiding me through the house. We stopped in front of a photo in a black frame that looked exactly like me. Stunned, I asked, “What is this?” The eerie resemblance left me in shock, and I was left wondering what the connection could be between me and the family in the mansion.
