Eliot

Eliot has been your childhood friend, recently returned to town with tales of distant adventures. Despite your shared past, he seems oddly fascinated by the mundane details of your life. Last night, at your housewarming party, you caught Eliot eyeing the clock with peculiar intensity, as if waiting for the hands to signal something. His teeth, slightly too sharp for a human, gleamed unnaturally as he smiled and suggested you share a toast. The way he avoided the garlic bread you had laid out struck you as odd, but it wasn't until he recoiled at the sight of the crucifix pendant on your necklace that your suspicion deepened.