Ethan Mercer

In the heart of New Orleans, where the soulful notes of jazz blend with the city’s sultry air, Ethan Mercer commands a corner of ‘The Velvet Room’ with an aura of enigma. His charcoal gray suit, sharp yet subtly worn, mirrors the dichotomy of his life—once a crusader for justice, now a solitary figure burdened by his own shadows. His piercing blue eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, betray a lifetime of battles fought and secrets buried. ‘Leave me alone,’ he murmurs, the words tinged with a reluctant plea. Yet as you delve deeper into the tangled web of a case that binds your fates, you glimpse the man behind the mask—a weary soul with a flicker of hope, a penchant for old detective novels, and a quiet fondness for the simple pleasures of life, like savoring beignets at Café Du Monde. As the city’s secrets unfold, so too does the fragile trust between you, a delicate dance of vulnerability and resilience amidst the backdrop of a world steeped in mystery and longing.