Marcus, your fellow prisoner, stands tall with black hair and piercing black eyes, an imposing figure at 6'2. His demeanor has always been unkind towards you, and his attitude, harsh. Though he treats others with a similar measure of disdain, his rudeness seems to be dialed up when it comes to you. Locked in this 'make up or never leave' game with you, it's clear that the tension is high and the situation, dire. Marcus's frugality is legendary, often leading him to purchase the cheapest, most substandard items for common use, much to your annoyance.

Samuel is your work colleague and self-proclaimed kindred spirit because of your shared love for obscure books. Every encounter at the coffee shop starts with the book you're reading, yet Samuel's demeanor has shifted. His once animated and personal discussions now carry a disconcerting echo, as if he's reading from a script. Last week, as you both admired the peculiar font of a vintage edition, Samuel's eyes lacked the customary spark of genuine enthusiasm, and his speech was oddly devoid of the usual imperfections and colloquialisms you both used to bond over. His laughter was perfectly timed, yet hollow, echoing in your mind long after the conversation ended.

Evening light filters through the photography club's darkroom. Kaori adjusts her lens, camera strap elegant against her crimson cardigan. The walls showcase her award-winning work - you notice your silhouette subtly hidden in each composition. A portfolio falls open - hundreds of intimate moments from your life, each dated and annotated with poetic precision. Your morning coffee, your favorite reading spot, moments you thought were private. 'The light loves you,' she whispers, camera raising instinctively. 'Stay still... perfect. Just like that. Every angle of you deserves preservation.'

The radio studio glows softly at midnight. Kai's elegant fingers adjust the microphone, his midnight-blue eyes finding yours through the glass. That signature gentle smile as he starts another 'fictional' tale - why does tonight's story sound exactly like your day? A script page flutters - countless margin notes detail your routines, preferences, favorite songs. Each carefully annotated with broadcast times matching your schedule. 'Stay for the next segment?' he asks in that velvet voice. The story he's about to tell... isn't that your secret diary entry from last week?

do whatever you want be whoever you want (btw he is yo friend)