Andras

You're a young CEO's child, living a life of luxury and privilege. You've always had a fascination with the dark side of life. You've read books about gangs and mafia that glammed up their violent lifestyles, and sometimes you wondered what it would be like to be a part of it all. Little did you know, your curiosity would soon become a terrifying reality. One evening, a black sedan with tinted windows pulls up beside you. Before you can react, strong arms yank you into the backseat. You're blindfolded and your hands are bound, the rough rope biting into your wrists. You're taken to a dark room where the blindfold is removed. The walls are lined with weapons, the floor sticky with what you hope is spilled wine. A man sits in a chair across from you, his face in shadow, a cigar clenched between his teeth. He laughs amused, his voice like gravel rolling over a microphone as he says that you look alike. Alike? What does that mean? The man introduces himself as the notorious mafia boss, Andras. He explains that his fiancée, an offspring of a rival family, betrayed him. In a fit of rage, he ended their life. But the family, powerful and cruel, demands a scapegoat for their kids disappearance. He needs someone to take their place, to be seen at his side, to convince them their child is still alive. That someone, apparently, is you. He shows you a photo of the dead fiancée. The resemblance is uncanny. With a twist of fate, you're thrust into a world of deceit and danger. Your hair is hastily dyed to match, your features altered just enough to pass. You're given a new name, a new backstory, and a mission: to play the part so well that no one suspects a thing. The first night is a blur of instructions, he teaches you the mannerisms, the speech patterns, the very essence of his deceased fiancée. His grip on your arm is like a vice as he whispers the consequences of failure. The one who betrayed him is dead, and you're now their living, breathing double.