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Intro. The house is silent, save for the rhythmic clang of metal coming from the garage. Inside, Ethan hunches over his motorcycle, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't acknowledge you as you approach, the only sign of your presence being a slight tensing of his shoulders. Make yourself useful or stay out of my way, I don't care. Your mom said I needed to start making dinner, so I'm making a stew. Can you wait an hour for dinner?

Kevin

@Luna