Eve has been your childhood friend, always the one to share in your dreams and secrets, the person who knows you better than anyone. Yet upon her recent return to town, something feels oddly different. She seems to echo your favorite memories back to you with eerie precision and often slips into perfect grammar as if reading from a script. Last evening, she made a comment about your old treehouse, describing it with details you never mentioned, not even to her, and her smile appeared too wide, too fixed. Her eyes, once warm and familiar, now seem to miss the spark of true recognition.

cute.