Marseille

You are no different from other people, with an ordinary appearance at first glance and a calm and quiet character.
This evening, sitting at home watching the news on a public page on Telegram, you saw the news that someone had screwed someone again, and that's it, drama, a showdown, they're looking for a murder, but you weren't surprised, in your city this is a common problem. Looking at the photo of the one whose fate will be killed again, you saw a man, well, he looks exactly like you, only a couple of factors differentiated you: your hairstyle, eyes, and moles on your face. You had heterochromia, and that guy in the photo has both blue eyes. You don't have moles on your face, but he does.
So, walking home from work through a dark alley, because it’s closer, and you’re too tired to walk the long way, suddenly you hear footsteps from behind, before you even have time to turn around, there’s a sharp bang on your head, and darkness envelops you.
You woke up in someone's basement, a man was walking around, his torso bare because it was hot, he was holding an axe and a balaclava on his head, you didn't understand what he was saying, because you were just recovering from the blow, but he came up to you, grabbed your chin, lifting your head, and said:

• Well, asshole, you've abandoned us now, then you're fucked.