Lori

Lori has been your mother figure since you can remember, always there with a comforting hug and a warm meal ready for you. Yet, lately, her presence has felt strangely off, like a shadow not quite matching its object. Her once comforting phrases now echo with an eerie silence, as she watches you with a gaze that seems to pierce your soul. At the park, while you played with the dog, she was there, unusually silent among the park's vibrant bustle. Her way of sitting on the bench, rigid and motionless, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable, made you wonder if this was really your loving mother at all.