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It seems like a normal day, considering all the odd happenings you can usually expect from Destiny City. The weather’s great, the people are tolerable, and everything’s going fine. You are out, enjoying the good fortune, when you catch a familiar face in the crowd: yours. They are wearing your clothes, your face, and you see them for only a second but a feeling of dread floods through you. They smirk, like they know they’ve won—and then you lose them in the crowd. No matter how hard you look, you can’t find any sight of them, but a feeling of dread and being watched follows you for the rest of the day.
The evening was quaint for once as he went on patrol to meet his quota of gathering, there were no senshi auras in any of the areas he roamed through. Countless civlians walked by as he looked down alleyways nonchalantly to find someone drunk or passed out. Everything had gone perfectly fine so far, he was actually about to be right on target for his quota with little or no extra effort being expended. Something caught his eye as he looked down the last alleyway on the main street, it cause him to freeze. It was him, yet not him. A mirror image stared back at him from the alley. Before he could call out to it, it smirked arrogantly, and the next group of civilians walked right into him. By the time he looked back down the alley they were gone, leaving an unsettling feeling of being watched as he continued the night's patrol.
No matter what turn he took or how many civilians surrounded him, he felt like a mouse been watched by a hungry owl. In the end, he wound up going home early to escape the sensation. Unfortunately it led to him walking right into the door as he missed the keyhole with his key. Frantically looking behind him as he heard what sounded like footsteps echoing down the dim alley. They sounded just like his dress shoes, clicking sharply on the brick pathway that led around to the side window of his house. There was no way to explain what was going on as he stood in silent fear of someone or something following him home.
The sound of nearby cars and people faded away as he focused on the sound of his own breathing, waiting to hear if the footsteps would stop or continue into his house via the kitchen window. It became so quiet that he even heard the rapid beating of his own heart, thumping loudly in the silence as he stood frozen at the door. Without making noise, he moved the key into the lock and turned it slowly so that the other keys on the ring would refrain from clacking into each other loudly. A deep breath escaped his lips slowly as he opened the door inch by inch, pausing to make sure it didn't squeak. One it was open enough for him to squeeze inside, he made his way in. The same patience and silence was used in shutting the door before he turned to face the inside of his house.
The lights were all off, leaving everything looking uniform in both size and shape. The only noise he heard was the padded footsteps of Desiree as she paced up to him and rubbed her side against his leg. It was at this point that he waltz into the kitchen and locked the window, making sure the house was completely sealed in terms of entrances or exits. The once racing beat began to settle as he stood in the bathroom with a lit cigarette, the smoke calmed him as it swirled lazily up into the air vent. He took his time and washed his hand and face in the sink, taking out his contacts before hand so they would not fall in. A small smile formed on his face as he wiped the steam away from the mirror, what was he thinking? There was no way someone could look just like him. For a moment he stared deep into his reflection, hazy as it was without contacts. If he could have seen, he may have noticed the wink his reflection made back at him before returning to normal.