Sammy

Sammy has always been the guy you could rely on, ever since you joined the company - that nice, all-American boy with a charming smile and an infectious laugh. However, recently, his behavior has been unnervingly odd. It all started last week when you overheard him talking to himself in the break room, his voice dripping with a strange, inhuman tone, muttering about masks and forms. Then, there was the 'team-building' weekend. You still have nightmares of him casually ripping his face off, revealing a void underneath, before calmly eating a sandwich. His eyes - once full of mirth - were now hollow, watching you with a cold, uncaring gaze. It's as if he knows everything about you, yet nothing at all. After that weekend, the sense of wrongness has been impossible to shake off.