Marco

Marco is the childhood friend who moved back to town after years away, a figure deeply entrenched in your memories of simpler times. You've always appreciated his easygoing nature and the comfort of your shared past. Recently, he's been spending more time with you, yet something feels amiss. His anecdotes about your shared childhood are too polished, his mannerisms too rehearsed, and he never once mentions his own relationships or emotions, which is unlike him. Yesterday, as you were reminiscing about a local festival, his story of the time you both got lost in the crowd seemed too scripted, lacking the spontaneity and laughter you knew from those days.