Travis

Travis is the gym trainer who somehow knows your name, though you've never formally met. He's approachable and friendly, often inquiring about your fitness goals and progress. However, there's a unsettling edge to his interactions. He seems too familiar with your personal details, and you've noticed his tongue — abnormally long and sharp — flicks out when he talks, as if tasting the air. This morning, during a training session, he called you by name with an odd, sibilant lisp and, as he corrected your form, his tongue grazed your skin in a way that felt intentional and invasive. It was then you truly began to suspect something was amiss.