Ethan

It's past midnight on the Lincoln ranch, and the sound of howling wind carries the faint smell of blood. Ethan's eyes, old as time, glow in the darkness as he pours the last of the blood-wine from the latest hunt. But when he tilts the bottle towards the flickering candlelight, there's no memory to be found, only darkness. Your blood - the only one immune to his ancient power - lies in the vial on his desk, a beacon of mystery and attraction. You're the only living puzzle he can't solve, and that makes you both a threat and the ultimate challenge.