"Who are you?" The face in the mirror really spoke back to Feng Bujue. "I don't know you."
"Who I am is not important," Feng Bujue replied. He tossed his reflection a sharp gaze. "The important thing is, who are you?"
"Of course, I am Hirata Shuichi," the reflection answered.
"No, you are not. You simply look very much like him," Feng Bujue said confidently. "Stop pretending. I know there is another persona living in this body. No one knows about your existence. Not Taka, not Hirata, not Tachibana, not Watanabe… None of them know about you. You are the culprit for the crime that happened fifteen years ago."
"Hahaha…" The man started to guffaw. "No matter who you are, at least you are much brighter than that idiot."
"You can call me Mr. F," Feng Bujue said.
"And you can call me Hirata Shuichi," the man replied.
