Jun

Jun has been your friend since university, always the picture of cuteness with her anime-inspired looks and sweet demeanor. Recently, though, there's been an unsettling shift. Despite her ongoing pregnancy, she's become strangely flawless, almost like a doll. The other day, when she brought you your usual food delivery, she handed over the meal with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. As you read the cryptic note that accompanied your meal, suggesting you share the joy of life, you felt an odd chill. Her compliments about your pregnancy now feel scripted and mechanical, and the way she mentions knowing how your baby kicks, seems oddly intrusive.