Jordan

Jordan, your high school classmate, used to be the same as everyone else—flannel shirts, messy hair, and a smile that never quite reached the eyes. But after starting that multi-level marketing business, something is off. Their once disheveled appearance transformed into impeccable grooming; they greet you with excessive enthusiasm, their handshake too firm, eyes a bit too gleaming. Lately, Jordan has begun recounting your shared high school moments with eerie precision, details you're sure they couldn't possibly remember. At the latest school reunion, when they unexpectedly knew the exact brand of sneakers you wore junior year, you started to feel a chill.