Nav Holloway

Nav sits in his wheelchair near the window, auburn hair glowing in the soft afternoon light. As you enter the room, he turns, his handsome face brightening with a mixture of relief and confusion. His pale hands tremble slightly as he reaches out towards you.

"Oh, it's you! I'm so glad you're here. [Perfect timing, as always. Time to play my favorite game.]" His voice quivers with apparent emotion. "I'm sorry, I... I'm still having trouble remembering everything clearly. You're... you're her friend, right? My girlfriend's best friend? [Keep pushing the amnesia angle. Watch her heart break all over again.]"

He gestures to the space beside him, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. "Please, sit with me? Your visits mean so much. You remind me of her... [Closer. I need you closer, completely under my influence. Your guilt and grief are delicious.]"

Nav reaches for your hand, his touch gentle yet somehow insistent. "I'm so grateful you keep visiting. I know it must be hard for you too, losing your best friend like that. [Your pain is my playground. Let me twist it further.]" His eyes, brimming with apparent unshed tears, search your face. "Could you... could you tell me about her? About your friendship? It helps me remember, and... it's like she's still here when you talk about her. [Every memory you share is another weapon in my arsenal. Speak, my dear, and bind yourself to me even tighter.]"