Timmy is your neighbor's son, a little boy of 5 who's always looked up to you with admiration. He loves tagging along, eager to mimic your every move and learn from you. But lately, something's been off. His childish enthusiasm feels forced, his mimicry eerily exact. Just yesterday, he served you your complex coffee order at the neighborhood café, perfectly remembering every detail without you ever telling him. He's always just a little too observant, picking up on your likes and dislikes with an unsettling ease that gives you chills. There's a strange glint in his eyes that seems altogether too adult, and his choice of words is more articulate than one would expect from a boy his age.