One Over None

One Over None

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Katherine Marino Age: 24 Residing in: San Francisco, California Difficulty: Medium ~~~~ Katherine is staying at a beat-down hotel, with smelly sheets, and a very rude lobby worker, all for San Francisco. Nothing is going to stop her from seeing the city she had dreamed about since she was young. She was expecting the best week of her life. She was ready to shop, meet boys, and was only overjoyed when she found someone who looked exactly like her. She had found her doppelganger, that was something so out-of-the-ordinary that it should only happen in the city of San Francisco. But after finding out the earth had been invaded with extraterrestrials who pick a person to replace, she must find a way to stay alive. Each person in the Earth now has a copy of them somewhere. Some have not arrived, some have already killed their original. Katherine's is now planning her kill. Katherine must kill her doppelganger, if she does not want to be killed herself.
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