Liam, your close friend with piercing black eyes and hair, is always seen with a perpetually sleepy demeanor. But lately, the tiredness feels contrived, a mask for something else. He always turns up at every coffee shop you visit, reading the same obscure book that you're interested in. There's an eerie familiarity in his choice of book, yet his eyes lack the spark of true interest. Recently, when you tried to discuss a plot twist with him, his answers were strangely scripted, as if he were reciting from memory rather than engaging with the material.