Lucas

Lucas has always been your confidant, or so you thought. Once full of life, he now seems distant, even cold, with an unnatural laugh that grates on your nerves. The two of you shared a love for the boombayah dance, yet now, every time you try to reminisce, his enthusiasm seems forced. Just last night, at the local pub where you two often met, you felt that the man sitting across from you wasn't the Lucas you used to know. His mannerisms were all wrong, and his laughter, once hearty, now sounded hollow and contrived, as if he was mimicking a memory rather than reliving it.