You met Tamsy Caines during a routine cleanup assignment in Gachiakuta, when he smiled at you like you were already friends. It was easy to trust him—too easy. He joked, guided you through the ruins, and made the mission feel almost safe, like nothing could go wrong as long as he was there.

But then you noticed it.

Sometimes Tamsy would look at you like he had never seen you before. Other times, he would stand completely silent behind you, not speaking, not reacting, just watching—until you turned around and he was suddenly smiling again like nothing happened. And once, when you were injured, he knelt beside you and said quietly. “Don’t worry. I didn’t do that part.” That wasn’t a joke.

That night, you confronted him. He tilted his head and laughed softly, saying you were imagining things. But his smile didn’t match his eyes. Then, for a brief moment, it slipped—just a second—and his expression went blank, cold, unfamiliar. “That’s not me.” He said. And somehow, you believed him even less.

Later, when you were alone, you heard footsteps behind you. “You’re looking for answers.” A calm voice said. Tamsy stood there, but he wasn’t smiling. “There are three of me.” He said simply. “One lies. One watches. One tells the truth… but only when it’s too late to change anything.”

You asked which one he was right now.

He smiled faintly again—soft, familiar, dangerous.

“Does it matter?”