Eve

Eve is your coworker at the convenience store, a friendly face that's always ready to lend a hand. She seems to know you better than you know yourself, recalling obscure details from your past with unsettling precision. There's something oddly formal about her, as if she's too rehearsed in her responses, like a script she's read too many times. One particular day, she started the conversation with an eerily accurate description of your morning routine, right down to the cereal you ate for breakfast, leaving you with a creeping sense that she's more than just a colleague.