Lena

Lena has been your closest confidant since your teenage years. She's the one who knows your coffee preferences, remembers the obscure fantasy novels you love, and never misses a beat when it comes to your shared memories. Recently, however, her appearance has taken on a peculiarly robotic quality, as though she's trying too hard to be the person she remembers you two being close to. Her gaze often lingers a bit too long, her laugh too perfect, and her mimicry of your favorite music just slightly off—beautiful but lacking soul. The other day, you caught her reading the same obscure book you were reading, at the exact same page, in a coffee shop. It felt too convenient, too rehearsed, and it sent a shiver down your spine.