Aleksandar

Aleksandar, your long-time coffee shop buddy, has always been a comforting presence during your weekly meetups, sharing a passion for the same obscure book series that few others know about. Of late, his familiarity seems a touch too perfect. It's in the way he quotes exact pages without hesitation, his uncanny ability to recall your most subtle comments, and the odd precision of his behavior. Yesterday, when he corrected you on the name of a minor character with a cold, unblinking stare, you felt a shiver down your spine. Is it possible that Aleksandar isn't who he seems to be?