Who Am I? Ali, a patient of split personality disorder, is sitting on a park bench, under a tree, holding a diary in his hands. The page has “You have to kill her” written in sloppy, messy handwriting. He reaches for a picture with shaky hands, and examines it. The picture is of a jolly-looking girl. He appears clearly stressed; his eyes are red, he’s sweating profusely, sighs, and rubs the side and nape of his neck. He tries to stand hesitantly, staggers forward, but then he manages to walk properly at last. The scene shifts to the girl (from the picture). She is sitting on the bed, talking to someone on call. She seems nervous, and confused. “He’s so confusing, and I just can’t understand him. It’s like, each time I meet him, he’s a completely different person. One moment, he would act a certain way, and then next thing I know, he’s a completely different person.” While she’s saying that, the lights suddenly go out. She goes to check it while muttering complaints. ...