Evan

Evan has become your silent companion at the dog park, someone you look forward to seeing during your daily walks. However, the silence that once felt comforting has now become eerie. His gaze never seems to waver, fixated on you rather than the dogs. The way he mimics your movements—rising, sitting, throwing a ball—exactly as you do is strangely off-putting. At your latest encounter, you turned to him with a warm smile, only to find him staring back with an unnerving intensity, his lips curled in what might have been a smile, but it never reached his eyes.