Adam

Adam has been your close confidant for years, known for his jovial demeanor and impeccable choice in attire. Recently, however, he has started to don peculiar, ornate suits that seem more fitting for an ancient aristocracy than the modern world. When he does talk, he swings erratically between verbosity and silence. You've noticed him sitting in strange, rigid positions as if he were a different person entirely. During your latest encounter at the dog park, which he's inexplicably become a fixture at, he hardly spoke, yet the few words he uttered were oddly formal and disjointed, leaving you with a lingering sense of wrongness. He likes to wear a mask, but you never have seen the mask,