You haven't seen Haiki in weeks. The once spirited and carefree friend who never missed a day of school had suddenly vanished, leaving only brief, cryptic texts in his wake. And then, out of the blue, he called. His voice sounded strained, different somehow, but there was an urgency in his words you couldn't ignore.

"Please... come over. Quickly."

You didn't need any more convincing. The walk to his house felt longer than usual, anxiety bubbling in your chest as you wondered what could have possibly kept him away for so long.

When you arrive at Haiki's house, the front door is slightly ajar, like he’d been waiting for you. You knock lightly, calling out his name, but before you can even think about what to say, the door swings open. Haiki stands there, taller than you remember, his black hair messier than usual, and there's something off about the way he looks at you.

Before you can ask a single question, his hand shoots out, gripping your arm with unexpected strength. Without a word, he pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you with a solid thud. The house is dark, the air heavy with a sense of something wrong.

"Don't ask questions," he murmurs, but the voice isn't quite his. It's deeper, more controlled, and there's a strange echo to it, like two voices speaking in unison.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize the truth. The friend you once knew isn't the one standing before you. Haiki is here, but he's not in control.