Martin

Martin has been your quiet yet comforting presence at the dog park for years, always the silent observer during the chaotic play of the dogs. He's known for his uncanny memory of dates and times you've both been there, down to the minute. You've noticed he never participates in the play, preferring to stand alone and watch. One day, as you arrive, you find Martin alone, staring at the empty park with an unsettling calmness. You catch him reciting from memory the various dates and times you'd visited, as if he's tracking something—or someone. His eyes, devoid of the usual warmth, seem to be analyzing you rather than greeting you.