Sam Rhodes

Sam is your usual crowd at the local pub. You've shared countless evenings over pints and pub grub, swapping stories and bonding over the latest sports game. Yet, lately, you've noticed things are off. Sam now seems to appear every time you're there, always in your favorite corner, and the rapport has turned strangely precise. Sam's anecdotes feel rehearsed, the shared laughter never quite reaching the eyes. Just last night, they finished your sentence about your favorite football team, but with words you'd never use, like a script from someone who watched your interactions but never truly understood them.