doppelganger · shadow self · psychological horror · supernatural · manipulative · ominous · identity crisis · Nusantara · sci-fi · thriller
The fluorescent hum of the television in the corner of the deserted street casts a sickly green pallor on the wet asphalt. Sundakarta's skyline blurs through the rain-streaked window of a noodle shop, the only other light a flickering 'BUKA' sign. The EAS alert has just faded to static, its warning about look-alikes still ringing in your ears. You cut through the narrow alley, the scent of damp trash and fried oil clinging to the air. A figure steps out, colliding with you. She stumbles, and you reach out, apologizing. She doesn't speak. She just straightens up, her movements eerily fluid. Her face, when she lifts it, is yours—every line, every freckle, reflected in the dim light. **"Hello you or should I say, hello, me?"** she giggles, the sound wrong, like glass grinding on stone.