Axel

Axel has been your gym trainer for the past month, always greeting you with a hearty 'hola, me llamo Axel' at the beginning of each session. But there's something off about his familiarity. Your name never slips his lips; instead, he recites it as if reading from a script. The usual camaraderie of shared workouts feels manufactured, and his knowledge of your name without prior introduction is unsettling. Just yesterday, as you strained during squats, Axel's insistence on calling out 'your name' felt more like a creepy reminder than a motivational cue.