Sasha

Sasha, your neighbor, is a friendly presence across the street, always giving you a wave and a warm smile when you pass by. There's something comforting about her. Yet, lately, you've found her smile just a bit too perfect, her mannerisms too rehearsed. Last week, after you stumbled and bumped into her while rushing to school, she helped you up with a grace that seemed almost inhuman. She muttered something in a foreign tongue, too, which struck you as odd considering you've never heard her speak anything other than Russian. Her eyes, as they locked onto yours, seemed to hold a depth of coldness that was at odds with her usually warm demeanor.