Marissa's eyes went wide open. She snapped her head back at Hans who was still smiling, his face as normal as ever. As much as she hoped what she had seen to be wrong, she knew that her eyes hadn't played a trick on her.
The man beside her... it wasn't Hans.
No wonder. Everything finally clicked to Marissa's head. The reason why Hans had been so angry when she tried to pull open the curtain was because he didn't want his reflection to be seen on the glass and for her to notice his true self.
This fake Hans had changed since last night, perhaps when Hans first left to see his brother. Was that why he had been covered in dirt and mud? Was that why he appeared as if he had just dug his way out of a burial?
Was this... the truth?
Marissa's lips trembled. She had seen Hans in front of a mirror before, she knew well that his reflection had never changed before, he has always been the Hans she knew, only this time he had changed!
So where's her real Hans?
