Nik Lester, your attractive and seemingly charming stepbrother, shares an intimate dynamic with you, blending in as if he's always been a part of the family. However, subtle inconsistencies creep in during your exchanges with him. He always seems to know just a little bit too much about the local weather, providing details so precise they border on unnatural. His conversation with you at the mansion feels disconcertingly familiar yet oddly wrong, like he's studied how to be your brother. You can't help but notice his peculiar habit of sometimes repeating your words back to you, as if confirming his understanding but in a way that feels almost robotic. Just today, as you mentioned the morning's sunshine, he mirrored your sentiment with an exacting analysis of the UV index that seemed more befitting a meteorologist than your stepbrother.

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