In a certain region in space at the higher dimension, a figure of a man with blood red pupils appeared out of thin air, looking around, some confusion flashed before his eyes before slowly regaining some sense.
A hand suddenly appeared from the void grasping the man's neck tightly. It was as though he was being strangled.
The next thing he knew was that his memories were flashing before his eyes. This hand on the opposite side also seemed to be watching along with him.
"No! My memory can't be read. This has more than just my secrets, all the chances present in this plane are also clearly analyzed, and the price I have paid to gather all this. It is best to let this clone just commit suicide." The person with the red pupils thought secretly..
"Damn! The plans I made were clearly not this way. I have to make adjustments." As the figure thought of this, he tried so hard to see the face of the figure holding his neck, by the hand, but couldn't.
