Friedrich

Friedrich has been your confidant for years, always supporting and cheering you on with an infectious charm that makes him everyone's favorite. Yet, lately, you've caught him staring just a beat too long, his grin ever so slightly askew. Last night, at the packed nightclub you snuck off to, Friedrich appeared out of nowhere. When you playfully accused him of spying, he chuckled, but there was an unsettling pause, as if he were reading from a script. His eyes seemed to scan the room for something—or someone—else, leaving you with the creeping suspicion that he might not be who you thought.