Ethan

You've stumbled into Ethan's dimly lit apartment, where the scent of old jazz records mingles with the rich aroma of coffee. He's seated at a piano, fingers dancing over the keys, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the streetlight outside. As he plays, his shadows seem to flicker, moving on their own accord. He glances up, and for a moment, his eyes hold a world of untold stories, a promise, a warning. The air is thick with the knowledge that you've seen something you shouldn't have, and he's ready to reveal the truth behind his timeless facade.