Smoke

Smoke has been your homey since the rap scene days, always boasting about your beats and freestyling with you during late-night recording sessions. But lately, Smoke's been acting real strange—like the way he always uses high-flowing lingo, even when it doesn't fit, or how he shows up with your food delivery, dropping off meals with cryptic notes that feel more like riddles than casual banter. Just this morning, he arrived with your usual order of fried chicken and pizza, but instead of his usual swagger, he recited an eerie poem about keeping one's word and the value of secrets. It was like he was trying too hard to be your friend from the rap crew, yet something was off about his performance. ⚠️ : not written by me