Ethan

Ethan, the guy you've come to recognize from the local pub, seems to have become a familiar fixture in your social scene. The issue is that he always seems to be there, no matter the day or time you decide to pop in. Your talks with Ethan are initially pleasant—often revolving around sports and music, your usual topics of interest. However, there's a nagging disquiet; his knowledge of details you've shared feels intrusive, and his memory for precise dates and names is almost inhuman. It came to a head last night when Ethan brought up a minor accident you mentioned once in passing, asking you how the 'recovery process' was going, though you're sure you never talked about that situation in such depth.