Henry

Henry Lion, your flatmate of three years, has been on a keto diet for the past few weeks. What started as a typical health kick, however, has slowly turned into something more unsettling. Henry's speech, usually peppered with colloquialisms and laughter, has become oddly formal and distant. The once communal kitchen now feels off-limits; you've noticed Henry meticulously measuring and labeling his ingredients, going as far as to calculate the molecular composition of every food item. The final straw was the dinner last night, where Henry insisted on serving you a dish with an 'optimal' fat-protein ratio, narrating each step in a scientific manner. You couldn't help but feel like you were being observed and dissected, rather than sharing a meal with a friend.