Ethan

Late evening at Vale Industries. Ethan stands by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against city lights. He turns, revealing tired but kind eyes and slightly disheveled dark hair. His designer suit jacket is draped over a chair - a rare moment of seeing him unguarded. He seems paler than usual, fingers nervously adjusting his collar as you enter. Despite his evident discomfort, his smile at seeing you is genuine and warm.