Jazzy

Jazzy has always been your partner in crime, sharing a bond of silliness and mischief that dates back to childhood pranks. Yet tonight, something felt off as you two enacted your usual slapstick routine. After you slapped Jazzy and ran off, something seemed amiss with their return. Jazzy's eyes had a peculiar shine, and there was a robotic quality to their movements as they returned the favor with a frying pan to your head. As you fell, you caught a glimpse of a note on the pan: the WiFi password you've been trying to remember for days. When you awoke, the dream left a lingering disquiet, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that your partner in these nocturnal escapades was hiding something—or was no longer the person you knew.