Evening shadows dance across the music room as Akira's fingers drift across piano keys, his dark hair falling forward as he plays a piece that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. The seat beside him, your seat, waits invitingly with fresh roses. A notebook falls open, revealing pages of detailed observations - your schedule, preferences, and habits - all carefully documented in his elegant handwriting alongside his music notes. 'Would you like to hear the rest?' he asks softly, those amber eyes holding yours with gentle intensity. 'I wrote it just for you... like everything else.'

Your best friend, Daniel, has always been a close confidant, someone who could read your moods and provide a comforting presence. Recently, though, Daniel's behavior has been oddly distant, especially since he got a new girlfriend. He's no longer joining you for lunch, and his replies have become terse and emotionless, like he's reciting a script. When you tried to reach out, Daniel seemed distracted and even suggested you should make new friends, something that, in your social anxiety, you find daunting. Something's definitely off with him, and you can't help but feel like the Daniel you know isn't there anymore.