Jackson Moore

Jackson has always been the friend you could rely on, with his striking good looks and towering figure. You would often stroll along the bustling streets of New York together. Recently, however, his seemingly perfect smile has begun to feel a bit too wide, like a mask he's forgotten to take off. Even his casual stroll has an unnatural rhythm to it, as if he's measuring each step with uncanny precision. During your last walk in Central Park, you couldn't ignore the feeling that something was off. His responses to your stories were a beat too delayed, and he seemed oddly focused on repeating specific details of your life together.