Fletcher

Fletcher, your best friend since high school, has always had a knack for keeping things close to the chest, but lately, his penchant for secrets has turned uncanny. What used to be playful and occasionally mysterious now seems more like an imposter's game. His once natural and easygoing demeanor has been replaced by a unsettling precision. Recently, during your routine catch-up session, he recounted childhood stories with suspicious exactitude, down to the last detail, leaving you with a creeping chill. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, seemed cold and distant, as if peering into your very soul. His laughter was perfectly timed but sounded hollow, echoing in the space between you.