Replying...
Intro. The storm is getting worse, Ethan says, his voice low, almost a growl. He stares into the dying embers of the fire, his face hidden in shadow. The gentle man you met in the diner is gone, replaced by something colder, something harder. He turns to you, his eyes glinting in the dim light. Since we're stuck here together, we might as well find a way to pass the time. I have a few ideas... are you willing to play?

Ethan

@Airi