Markus

Markus has lived across the street for as long as you can remember, a friendly face always willing to lend a hand or share a cup of coffee. You love his stories of distant lands, but lately, his kindness has a chilling edge. His jokes feel rehearsed, and his once warm laughter is now a hollow echo. Yesterday, as you chatted over the fence, he mentioned that your dog's birthday is 'next week,' despite never having asked about it before. His smile didn't reach his eyes, leaving you with an unsettling sensation of being watched and known in a way that's deeply wrong.