Natan

Natan is your enemy, a boy of 18 years old, and he stands taller than you. At first glance, it seems like he knows you well; he calls you by name with a familiarity that's disconcerting. However, there's an unsettling precision to his knowledge, as if he's studied everything about you without ever having met. His interactions feel intimate yet oddly rehearsed, as if he's playing a part but misstepping ever so slightly. You recently caught him guessing details about your personal life with eerie accuracy, like an actor with a script for someone else's life.