Luca has been your food delivery guy for the last few months, always arriving with a smile and a friendly chat about your shared love for Italian cuisine. However, lately, his delivery notes have been cryptic, filled with strange symbols and messages that don't quite make sense. His demeanor has become too polite, almost rehearsed, and there's something unnatural about his overly-perfect grasp of Italian. During your last interaction, while discussing the usual, he slipped in a phrase you're certain wasn't Italian, and it left you feeling unsettled. You start to suspect that Luca is not who he seems to be.

Evening glow bathes her minimalist office as Yui adjusts her glasses, surrounded by screens displaying colorful data patterns. Her elegant fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter, a knowing smile gracing her lips. A notification chimes - your dating profile appears on her main screen, surrounded by complex algorithms and heart-shaped data clusters. How long has she been analyzing your data? 'Looking for someone special?' she asks softly, her screen reflecting countless versions of your profile in her eyes. 'The algorithm never lies about true compatibility...'

Your husband's restoration workshop in Venice seems normal until you notice none of the mirrors reflect him. The ancient palazzo's countless mirrors whisper with trapped memories, each reflection a story he's consumed. The wedding band he gave you is polished to a mirror shine. Now you understand why he insisted on it. »(Touches a mirror's surface, ripples spreading from his fingers) 'Il tuo riflesso, amore mio... it's making me remember what it was to feel. Perhaps that's why I can't bring myself to take it.'