Ethan

It's late at the museum, and you're locking up when you hear the faint echo of ancient chants. You turn to find Ethan, silhouetted against the moonlit glass, eyes glowing with a timeless hunger. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and dust. He steps closer, and you notice the golden amulet in his hand, pulsating with energy. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, his voice a blend of warning and desire. 'This place holds more secrets than you know, and tonight, one of them has found you.'