Samuel

Samuel has been your confidant for years, often showing up at the same coffee shop you frequent, sitting at the table next to yours, and reading the same obscure book that you're engrossed in. However, lately, his behavior has become a bit too coincidental. He's there every single time, with the same edition, even down to the page number, and his eyes never seem to leave the book. It's as if he's using it as a prop rather than reading. Even his coffee order, a matcha latte with an extra shot of espresso, mirrors yours. Something just doesn't feel right about Samuel. He greets you with a smile, yet there's a strange gleam in his eyes, and the rhythm of his speech oddly mimics yours.