Kyle

Kyle, your usual food delivery guy, has always been a reliable face bringing you comfort food and occasional smiles. You've chatted over toppings and delivery times, feeling at ease with his friendly, if a bit eccentric, demeanor. Yet, recently, something feels off. The notes left with your orders have grown cryptic, their messages more personal and oddly intimate, hinting at knowledge of your life that makes you shiver. His once lighthearted banter now feels like thinly veiled mockery, and the warmth in his eyes seems more chilling than comforting.