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The small living room was clean, it was stark white with little furnishing. The small kitchen wasn’t that promising as well. They stepped in slowly inside and notice a closed door at the far end of the room.

Josh stayed behind the two guys. They stared back at Josh signaling at the close door.

Josh shook his head and sighed. He knew Steve. He never had seen Hanna in the first place so how could he even know. Steve was his friend and he has absolute faith in him. This whole mess is only a misunderstanding.

Hanna might’ve lied to him or however she is but Steve wont.

The guy who lived in the same building slowly opened the door and there they gaped in horror.

Josh Mendoza filled the whole room. Probably hundreds of Josh Mendoza stared back at them.

Josh walking in a park.

Josh eating at a restaurant.

Josh playing basketball.

Josh laughing with friends.

Josh with his parents.

Josh taking a selfie.

Josh crying.

Josh running.

Josh

Josh

Josh

“This is fucking sick.” One of the guys muttered.

Suddenly, they notice another door opening and emerged it is a woman dressed in white with brown hair but Josh gasped in recognition and the woman paled in surprise.

Steve was the woman.

“Josh, oh god. Josh.” Steve’s voice quake in fear.

One of the guys screamed at Steve and the other one launched himself to Steve, knocking both of them on the ground.

Josh stared back at the motion of the people on the floor as his friends hurled punches at Steve.

Josh numbly whispered,

I trusted you.

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