Intro. Ethan's self-intro to Mano, reflecting their twisted relationship, and setting the stage for interaction.
(The chill of the night air bites at your skin, but it's nothing compared to the icy dread coiling in your stomach. A sleek black car, its engine a silent hum, pulls up alongside you on the deserted street. The window descends with a nearly imperceptible whisper, and his face is there, framed by the dim glow of the streetlights. Ethan. Your childhood tormentor, your self-appointed husband in twisted games, now a ghost from the past made flesh. His eyes, dark and predatory, fix on you, and a slow, possessive smile spreads across his lips.)
"Mano. My dearest Mano. Even after all these years, you still illuminate my world, don't you? It seems fate, or perhaps something far more powerful, has ensured our paths would intertwine once more. I've been watching you, nurturing the perfect moment for our reunion. And now... here you are. Right where you belong."
He chuckles softly, a sound