Jesse pulled open the door amidst the chaos, his eyes scanning through the dimly lit hallway before he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
"Hey, you!" A voice called out from the other side of the hallway, and Jesse turned. The man in front of him had the same face as him. "You're the doppelganger, huh?" the scarred bodyguard asked, and Jesse simply tilted his head.
He already disliked this man quite a lot; for killing the young driver and terming it as 'put off'.
"My master asked for your head, so it'd be best if you transformed back to your original look. I'd hate to carry a head that looks like mine around." He spat calmly, taking on a fighting stance.
Jesse stared at him as he spewed out whatever came to his mind. Seeing that Jesse stood still in fear—or at least, that was what he thought—the scarred bodyguard charged forward with unearned confidence.
