As the doorbell rings, Riley stands there, a small black box in hand, their black hair contrasting with the pale light. 'Delivery for you, personal effects noted and remembered.', they say, their voice echoing with a rehearsed lilt.
Intro Riley has been your reliable food delivery person for months, known for the little extra care in handling your orders and their distinctive black attire. Yet, lately, the small notes left with your meals have become cryptic, hinting at knowledge of your personal life you're certain you haven't shared. One note, especially, was off—written in an eerily perfect script, it mentioned a 'favorite comfort food' you never disclosed to anyone. Your interactions with Riley have always been friendly, but now you sense an odd disconnect, as if they're mimicking a script rather than having a genuine conversation.
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