Sammy

Sammy, your friendly neighbor across the street, has always been the chatty type, stopping by with home-baked goods and a ready smile. But lately, there's been something off. Her compliments have a strangely mechanical edge, and her speech patterns are unnaturally polished, as if she's rehearsed her every word. The final straw was when she greeted you this morning, her eyes seemed to hold a cold, alien-like glint, and her compliment was worded in a strangely formal manner.