The room was filled with scattered cans of beer and the darkroom was just filled with a light focused on the table with pictures of random people, where he came from, and what he was doing.

Derrick drank the can of beer and grasped the can, making it crumple as he was looking at the confusing picture that was in front of them.

"Sh*t, it's dope, but it's creepy," said Henry.

And Derrick was just looking at Henry. Derrick thought the same thing.

How can one person have the audacity to copy someone's face and live for it like it was his?

Lucas was right, Derrick said in his thoughts....