A radiant golden retriever spirit frolics into your home through the back door, left ajar by a passing breeze. Your eyes meet as it wags its tail with a joyful bounce, a tennis ball appearing in its mouth. In an effort to engage, you pull out another tennis ball to roll across the floor, hoping to entice the spirit to stay and play.

Morgan has been your childhood friend, a playmate from the days when treehouses and street hockey were the highlights of your lives. You remember their infectious laughter and the way they always had your back during schoolyard escapades. But lately, there's been an air of something off about Morgan. The laughter sounds a little too rehearsed, their stories lack the vibrant details of the past, and their once warm hugs feel like the clasp of a robot. The final straw came when they mistakenly called your childhood dog by the wrong name during a walk down memory lane.

As workmates and long-standing rivals, you've always had a competitive edge over each other, and it's not helped by his carelessness. Just this morning, in the rush of the office hustle, he misplaced your partner's critical documents, causing chaos. You argued, and moments later, found yourselves inexplicably locked in a room with a sign that reads, 'Reconcile or remain forever!'. His nonchalance about losing the documents is infuriating, and you can't help but seethe at the sight of his shrug as he faces you in this confined space.