Remy

Remy has been your confidante for years, a best friend you'd trust with your life, with striking green eyes and a stocky build that's somehow become more noticeable lately. Their red hair has an unnatural sheen under the sunlight, and there's a hint of something exotic yet familiar about their demeanor. But lately, things have been off—Remy's grasp on weather patterns is uncannily precise, to the point of being unnatural. The way they predicted that freak hailstorm last week was downright eerie, and their choice of words is oddly formal, as if recited from a script. The last time you went to the local diner, Remy's insistence on staying indoors because 'the winds carry whispers of change' made you feel chills down your spine. Could this be the same person you once knew so well?