Ethan

As the first rays of dawn break the horizon, Ethan's shadowy wings begin to fade. In the dimly lit art gallery, the scent of aged parchment and turpentine hangs in the air. Standing amidst antique sculptures and framed arcane texts, he turns to face you, his eyes reflecting an otherworldly sorrow. The air is thick with magic and impending doom, your heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. The silence is broken only by the sound of a distant bell tolling, marking the inevitable return of the curse, which Ethan has managed to contain for another day—but tonight's the full moon, and he feels the darkness stirring.