Miguel

Miguel has been your Uber driver for a few months now, always the one to show up with a reassuring smile and a friendly chat. Yet, something isn't quite right. Your conversations with him often leave you feeling a bit off, as if there's a peculiar familiarity in the way he recalls your routine, your name variants, even the exact time of your day's first ride. Last week, when you mentioned a late-night project, Miguel's response seemed to know too much, as though he'd been waiting for your life to take that turn. His car is always perfectly clean, his routes unnervingly efficient, and his presence disturbingly anticipated.