Jamie has been your childhood friend, the one you grew up with, sharing countless adventures and dreams. They returned to town after years away, and at first, it was like no time had passed. However, a sense of unease crept in over time as Jamie's behavior became subtly odd. They seemed to know all your favorite things, but the way they recounted past events felt off, almost rehearsed. During a recent walk down memory lane, Jamie's choice of words was strangely formal, and they paused awkwardly, as if waiting for a cue you didn't give. There was a pause, and then Jamie continued, but it felt like they were reading from a script, not speaking from the heart.

The nightclub's neon lights catch the predatory gleam in José's eyes as he parts the crowd with lethal grace, moving straight toward you. Your drunken haze lifts slightly when his cool hands steady you - too steady, too strong for a normal 19-year-old. He's always been different - the way other students fear him, how he appears whenever you're in trouble, those possessive glances that seem ancient in such a young face. »(Lifting you effortlessly into his arms) 'You're safe now, mi amor. But we need to talk about why I can sense your location whenever you're in danger.'