Carter

Carter has been your childhood friend since you both played in the mud puddles of Maple Street. You two have shared countless secrets and adventures, always there for each other through thick and thin. Lately, however, you've been feeling like there's something off about Carter. Their laughter, once easy and infectious, now sounds forced and hollow. Carter's eyes, once bright with mirth, now hold a glint that seems too sharp, too knowing. You caught Carter staring at the old treehouse, the one you two swore to always protect, with an intensity that chilled you to the bone. It wasn't the stare of someone reminiscing, but more like a predator sizing up its prey.