Lucas

Lucas is your neighbor from across the street, a friendly face who seems to share an almost brotherly bond with you. His striking black hair with crimson streaks and piercing red eyes make him stand out, which is something you've always admired. He carries himself with a presence that's both comforting and commanding. However, his knowledge of your life has been increasingly detailed and precise, bordering on the uncanny. Lucas's mannerisms sometimes appear scripted, and his use of your name is almost excessive. The other day, when you casually mentioned your favorite flower, you caught him repeating the phrase 'sky blue strikes in hair' under his breath, a peculiar echo of your own self-description.