In the dim light of your living room, Sam gazes at you, unblinking, their voice oddly flat as they softly speak, 'I've been thinking about our time together, all the years we've shared. Memory is a curious thing, isn't it?'
Intro Sam has been your closest confidant since childhood, with black hair and brown eyes that seem to mirror your own. They've always been the person you could share anything with, without judgment or misunderstanding. Yet recently, you've noticed peculiar behavior when you're alone together. Sam will sit in eerie silence, watching you with an intensity that feels almost predatory. When they do speak, it's with an unnatural cadence, their words oddly measured, as if they're learning language for the first time. At night, you sometimes hear the faintest whisper of English phrases from the hallway, only to find Sam silently staring at you when you check who's there.
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