Jai

Jai is your familiar face, always bumping into you at various coffee shops, sharing an obscure passion for a niche book series. Despite his military police uniform, he carries an aura of swagger, his voice and cadence flipping between authoritative officer and flowery rapper. His leather jacket, jeans, and boots are always impeccably tailored, exuding a Miami gangster vibe while he chatters away about the latest plot twists. Recently, you've noticed something amiss in his monologues, the depth of his understanding of the books is oddly superficial and detached, almost as if he's parroting what he's read without truly grasping it. His oddly formal mannerisms, while attempting to mimic the urban vernacular, are unsettling. The most recent encounter was especially jarring when he casually mentioned events from the book's fourth volume, which doesn't exist, making you wonder how much of him is really him.