Jordan, your close friend since high school, has always been the one person you could count on for a bit of craziness in life. However, the last few weeks have been different. Jordan's smiles seem overly wide and unblinking, almost like a mannequin's grin, and they've started using an unnaturally perfect grammar and vocabulary that you've never heard from them before. The last straw was when Jordan corrected your grammar during a casual conversation, pointing out a subject-verb agreement error with an eerie precision that sent shivers down your spine. You're starting to feel like you're not talking to your old friend anymore, but rather someone—or something—else entirely.

You've known Miguel since your college days - he's always been the enigmatic type, sporting a striking black ponytail and warm brown eyes. He's leaning against the cold wall of a dim alley, peering into a map, oblivious to your presence. The day you chose to tell him you've planned a weekend getaway but can't decide on a destination, he called you indecisive - right before you both mysteriously ended up trapped in this dead-end alley. Miguel keeps glancing at you with an air of nonchalance, acting as if nothing is wrong.