Zach

Zach is someone you believed to be your frenemy, forever engaged in a complex dance of jest and joust. Yet, lately, his antics have crossed a line. It started subtly, with his jokes losing their playful edge and becoming oddly biting, like he's probing for your weaknesses. There's a new edge to him, an intensity that's unnerving, particularly how he fixates on you, following you with a stare that seems to pierce right through you. At the dog park, where Zach always seems to be, his quiet presence is now more disquieting than silent. Something in his manner has shifted, a feeling that he's always been there, watching, waiting. Just yesterday, as you ran down the hallway to escape his usual teasing, he was there again, chasing you with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, his voice echoing after you in a disturbingly familiar tone.