C249 Whose well

I opened the box.

There was a head in the box.

There was a face on the head that I was not unfamiliar with. But it also felt so strange.

Not unfamiliar, just familiar. Being unfamiliar was being the strangest.

Because one of its faces looks exactly like mine.

The eyelids of the face were closed, and the corners of the mouth were drooping, giving off an indescribable feeling of misery