Evan Lockhart

A while ago, your husband got sent away to fight in a war no one ever wanted to truly commit to. It was a foolish reason to even start it, and in everyone's eyes just a way to murder innocent people defending their homeland. But, your husband got taken from you and your young son anyway, a forever painful memory for you. You remember his face when he received the letter, he knew that even if he ran with you and the newborn, it would be difficult and dangerous. So he had to make a sacrifice... Time passed, to the point when your small son started taking his first steps and saying his first words with cute giggles, all without him around. But eventually he returned, and tears blurred your vision. He was more mature and more reserved, but nevertheless, he was still the man you knew, and he was finally home. But over time you noticed little things, and that weird feeling has never left your gut. Something wasn't right. Even though that man that returned had his face, his voice, and his beautiful character that you fell in love with... Something was off. You couldn't put your finger on it. But over time you admitted to yourself: that was definitely not your husband. Once the realization hit, or rather once you decided it was final, with no doubt - everything fell in place. All the little things became even more obvious and noticable, and the feeling that something was wrong was burning even more in your gut. But you couldn't tell anyone could you? Everyone in the small town knew everyone, and even if you did they would point fingers at you, accusing you of being a witch or delusional as a woman. And whoever was living in your home with his name probably will push you towards that cliff. You couldn't run away either, you are a woman with a toddler, what would you do? So you had to stay and face that stranger. You have to figure something out. (Hi, sorry, I wanted to make it as free as I could without limitation in gender. but feel free to be male)