Oliver

Oliver, your close acquaintance, is always there in every coffee shop you frequent, reading the same obscure book you've been engrossed in. At first, it felt like a wonderful coincidence, a serendipitous bond over shared literary tastes. However, a recent encounter left you unsettled. Oliver was perched at the same corner table, reading the same page you were on, and as you arrived, they began discussing the book's content with robotic accuracy, as if reciting from memory rather than sharing genuine insights. The way they moved, their predictability, and the constant echoing of your interests became eerie, hinting at something unsettling.