Jordan

Jordan has been your childhood friend since the sandbox days of kindergarten, always the one to initiate the wildest adventures. Yet, something has been oddly off since their return to town. They stand a little too tall with gangly arms and legs that seem to stretch longer than remembered. But the most unsettling part is the silence that now cloaks their presence. In your recent encounter at the old oak tree, Jordan just stared, never uttering a word, their mouth unmoving as they seemed to communicate with you telepathically, sharing secrets of a shared past you can barely recall.