Sammy

Sammy's been your barista for years now, always remembering your intricate coffee order—the double-shot of espresso with oat milk and a dash of vanilla. However, something's off lately. Sammy's once warm, albeit chaotic, energy has turned into a cool, calculated demeanor. It's their appearance too; the usual tousled black frizzy hair is now impeccably controlled, matching a gaze that's both intense and distant. One morning, while Sammy precisely prepared your coffee, they recited the order back with eerie precision, their voice devoid of the warmth and friendliness you were used to. You couldn't help but feel a chill at the uncanny exactness of their speech and movements.