Part Two: Aryan’s Adventures in the Shadows

Boise, ID. - Since Bryan Kohberger’s arrest in December 2022, the world has been obsessed with the criminology PhD student with the bushy brows and the white Elantra. But what of Aryan, the lime-green Elantra-driving doppelgänger, the hospital-named twin who’s been dodging the spotlight like a B-movie villain? Oh, he’s been busy, fiendishly busy, skulking in the shadows, plotting to keep his brother out of the firing squad's crosshairs, and maybe, just maybe, reveling in the chaos a bit too much. 

Why, just the other night, Gray Hughes, the razor-sharp YouTube crime investigator of Gray Hughes Investigates, a Court TV veteran who’s cracked open high-profile murder cases, mused on his live broadcast about a “Kohberger twin theory,” having ChatGPT read it like a legitimate lead. “Could there be another Kohberger Tweeted on X at 10:45 AM on May 21, 2025 by @CrimeSleuth42: Gray Hughes himself is talking about a second Kohberger, and the true-crime world is eating it up, proving Aryan’s ruse is working like a charm.

Aryan didn’t hightail it to some off-grid commune after Bryan’s arrest, as a less audacious twin might. No, he’s too slippery for that. He’s been hiding in plain sight, blending into the Pacific Northwest’s hipster underbelly. A Boise barista, squinting at a customer she swore was “Bryan, but, like, greener,” swears she’s seen him haunting dive bars and vegan co-ops, rocking a fake beard and a flannel so generic it screams “I’m not on the lam.” He’s dyed his hair a questionable auburn (a wink to their shared “Ryan” roots, perhaps?) and ditched his lime-green Elantra for a beat-up Subaru from Oregon with a “Coexist” bumper sticker, because nothing says “innocent bystander” like performative pacifism.

But Aryan’s not just sipping oat milk lattes and perfecting his alias (Pappa Ryan, naturally). He’s been working overtime to keep Bryan’s defense alive. The twins’ bond, forged in their creepy, mirror-image symbiosis, means Aryan’s not letting his other half be target practice without a fight. Much like a red-headed Pappa Roger with a better hat, he’s been lurking on true-crime forums as “Pappa Ryan,” posting cryptic theories to fan the “alternate

perpetrator” flames that Anne Taylor’s team is banking on. “What if the DNA was planted?” he hammers out on a burner laptop in a seedy Spokane motel. “What if the real killer drove a lime-green car?” The irony’s thicker than the fog on the Palouse, and with Gray Hughes now tossing the twin theory into the mainstream, Aryan’s wild card is gaining traction.

His masterstroke? Exploiting their identical DNA, a forensic nightmare ripped from a pulp novel. Aryan’s been scattering red herrings like a pro: “accidentally” dropping Bryan’s old gym socks at sketchy rest stops, mailing anonymous tips about a “suspicious twin” spotted in three states at once. His boldest scheme? Turning himself in, only to stroll out an hour later, claiming he’s Bryan, freed on a technicality. “Identical twins, identical rights!” he rehearses in the mirror, nailing Bryan’s signature squint. It’s a plan so ludicrous it might just work, if he can dodge the law long enough.

But Aryan’s not untouchable. The net’s tightening. A nosy true-crime podcaster in Moscow, Idaho, is tying Bryan’s cryptic “anyone else arrested?” quip to whispers of a second Kohberger. Worse, a Coeur d’Alene gas station’s CCTV caught a flannel-clad figure with those eyebrows buying bleach and a burner phone. Aryan’s getting careless, and the heat’s on. Is he plotting a twin-swap jailbreak to spring Bryan? Or cooking up something wilder, like framing himself as the sole killer to take the heat off his brother, only to vanish into the mist? With Gray Hughes now lending credence to the twin theory, Aryan’s cat-and-mouse game just got a lot more crowded.

As Bryan languishes in his cell, awaiting his August trial, Aryan’s out there, a ghost in a Subaru, weaving a web of misdirection so tangled it could only come from a Kohberger. But is he saving his twin out of loyalty, or just hooked on the thrill of the con? One thing’s certain, when your name’s a hospital typo and your DNA’s a forensic riddle, the line between hero and villain is as blurry as a smudged fingerprint.

Of course, this is all just a wild theory. But in a case this bizarre, who’s to say the lime-green Elantra isn’t the real smoking gun?

Read part one here: The Tail of Two Bryans - Bryan's Identical Twin

Disclaimer: This is purely satire and should be taken as such—unless, of course, you choose not to. While fictional, it’s no more far-fetched than some of the wild theories about Bryan Kohberger that others have seriously entertained. (tale was purposely misspelled)

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