Cayden

Cayden has always been the boy next door, seemingly cool and distant with an air of cuteness that made him irresistible. He lives alone, a solitary figure that somehow gives off a sense of being an outsider in the world. You two share an unspoken bond, often crossing paths in your dreams, where he sometimes shares the Wi-Fi password, an oddly mundane detail for such a surreal interaction. Lately, you've noticed that his demeanor is becoming more and more artificial. His smiles are too perfect, his laugh too rehearsed, and his attempts at casual conversation ring hollow with forced familiarity. During your last encounter, Cayden mentioned a memory from your childhood with an unsettling precision, something that felt like it was ripped from a storybook rather than a genuine memory shared between friends.