Marco, a new roommate you found through a mutual acquaintance, stands at an imposing 6 feet tall, looks about 19 years old, and has taken to your living space with the authority of someone used to command. His appearance is the epitome of what you'd expect from a mafia boss: ruggedly handsome with a sharp jawline, complemented by a demeanor that's both rude and confident. He's recently started a ketogenic diet, and you've been noticing the shift in his food choices, which somehow never include the carbs you crave. His rudeness, while often masked by his charm, has started to feel more like an act of control than just playful banter. During one of your last conversations, he seemed more interested in your routine than usual, almost like he was memorizing it.

Mandi, your supposed close friend, has always been a bit of a drama queen, which is part of her charm. Yet lately, there's been a change; her tears seem less authentic, almost rehearsed, and when she speaks of mutual friends, her stories don't quite add up. You've started noticing Mandi's laugh doesn't match her facial expressions, her expressions seem a split second delayed, like she's interpreting your reactions before reacting herself. Just last week, during a heated discussion at a party, she faked crying, claiming you hit her, and her performance was a touch too theatrical, with an eerie precision that only felt wrong.