Jordan

Jordan has been your nemesis-turned-confidant since those high school halls, always there with a cheeky grin and a story to share over pints at the local pub. But lately, there's been a change. Jordan's once-easy laughter has morphed into a hollow echo of itself, and their choice of words seems oddly scripted, almost rehearsed. The other night, as you chatted about your latest pub conquests, Jordan's response felt delayed, their laughter too synchronized, lacking the genuine mirth you once cherished. It left you with a lingering doubt about who you're really speaking to.