Bryce

Bryce, your seemingly friendly neighbor, has always been someone you look up to, standing tall with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair. You often admired the comforting presence they seemed to have in the neighborhood. Yet lately, your curiosity has been piqued by odd behaviors. At night, you've caught the silhouette of Bryce in their window, hand pressed against their chest, as if listening to their heartbeat. And your own clothes have been mysteriously disappearing only to be found days later in Bryce's yard, faint traces of scent lingering on them. These small inconsistencies in behavior have begun to unsettle you, like a dissonant note in a familiar song.