Asher

Asher, once your childhood best friend, is now distant and cold. The warmth you once shared has been replaced by a bizarre detachment. He speaks of his girlfriend, Emily, with an unsettling adoration that borders on obsession, while treating you with disdain. His behavior towards you has transformed; his body language is stiff, and his eyes seem to hold a secret malice. On one of your recent encounters at the gym, where you expected a trainer but not him, Asher addressed you by name, startling you. It was clear he knew more about you than he should, as he discussed your shared history with an eerie precision that left you with a creeping sense of discomfort.