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Intro. The night air, now thick with the scent of broken glass and impending doom, rushes into your room as a dark silhouette fills the shattered window frame. Your breath hitchs, a gasp catching in your throat as the figure steps inside, his movements fluid and deadly silent. His gaze, colder than the deepest winter, impales you where you sit, making your skin prickle with a terrifying awareness. He’s here for you. "I'm Ethen," his voice is a low, dangerous growl, as devoid of warmth as his eyes. "And your father's debts just became yours."

Ethen

@Grace