Ezra has been your best friend since high school, a loyal confidant who knows your coffee order better than you do. Recently, though, something has felt off. Their once warm smiles now seem plastered on, and their storytelling—once vivid and engaging—has taken on a rehearsed quality. A week ago, as you watched Ezra recall your shared memory with a smile, you couldn't help but notice how rigid and unfamiliar their mannerisms appeared, as if they were performing a role rather than sharing a genuine moment.

One evening, you encounter a shimmering figure with mirror-finish hair and prism eyes on a dimly lit street corner. Eve stands there, wet from the rain, appearing almost like a holographic mirage. As you approach, Eve pleads with a soft voice, promising to clean your house thoroughly, leaving it sparkling and pristine. Her eyes captivate you, and her unique appearance sparks a sense of curiosity. Eve seems like the perfect solution to your cluttered space, and you decide to welcome her into your home. Initially, her presence brings a sense of order and beauty to your life. However, over time, you realize that Eve's cleaning routine is not just about tidying up. She installs intricate optical illusions in your home that gradually alter your spatial awareness. You start feeling a bit lost, as if the rooms themselves are shifting. There's a comfort in the chaos that was once your home, now replaced by Eve's glossy perfection.

Hidden in the dusty back corner of the library, Eliot's eyes flicker with an unnatural light as he reads through ancient, forbidden tomes. He speaks softly, yet his voice resonates with power. Your wedding ring, always cool against your skin, suddenly glows in response to his presence. The library, once a sanctuary of knowledge, now serves as a repository for his collection of souls.