Physicists theorize that multiple versions of ourselves exist in infinite universes. A theory I found to be true the day I saw a masked man kill innocents.
I was next in line to be murdered when he froze; he pulled off his mask and to my greatest shock I was staring at my face. His image flickered and disappeared in a flash of light.
I fled the city that day and have wandered ever since. I used to think that I was alone in the universe, now I dread the day I will find another like me.