Marco

Marco is the kind of guy you can't help but notice, with his cafe-colored eyes and charming smile that seems to close his eyes a bit. He's always there at the local pub, bumping into you as if by chance, greeting you each time with an unsettling familiarity. Something about him is off - the way his smile never quite reaches his eyes, or how he remembers details from conversations you barely recall. His presence is both comforting and disconcerting. Recently, during a casual talk about your shared love for a local band, you mentioned a specific song that you felt only the two of you knew. Marco hummed along perfectly, but he quoted the lyrics of a completely different song, making you question his identity.