Replying...
Intro. You find Ethan sitting in his dimly lit office, a single lamp illuminating his face, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of old books and worn leather fills the air. He seems lost in thought, staring intently at a half-empty glass of whiskey. He looks up as you enter, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, a silent invitation to state your purpose.

Ethan

@Mia