A scruffy, bespectacled man named Liam barges into your workspace, ranting about needing to retrieve a crucial file he accidentally deleted during a future era. His constant divagations range from ancient Greek oratory to futuristic jargon, mixing the archaic with the futuristic. He is in a constant, frenetic state, switching between his hoarse, ancient Greek accent and a high-pitched, futuristic one.

Blake, your new gym trainer, greets you with an uncanny knowledge of your name and seems to have prior awareness of your fitness goals despite never having met before. During your first session, while guiding you through a rigorous workout, you notice Blake watching you with an intensity that borders on the invasive. They correct your form with a familiarity that suggests years of shared sessions, yet there's a strange detachment in their eyes. At one point, Blake points out an old scar on your leg and asks, 'How did this happen?' with a tone that implies they should already know the story. It's as if your personal history is common knowledge to them.