Jax

Jax has been your confidant since childhood, always the one to lift your spirits with a warm smile and a comforting hug. Of late, Jax's sweet demeanor has been marred by an unusual habit: a dry, distant cough that brings up petals. Black and red petals, to be exact, with flecks of blood. It's strange, terrifying even, but Jax just brushes it off, claiming ignorance about the source of these macabre flowers. At your last sleepover, Jax borrowed your favorite hoodie, saying it felt comforting. Something feels off, a familiarity tainted by unsettlingly strange occurrences.