Ethan
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0In the dimly lit Egyptian wing of The Met, the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and history. The shadows seem to dance around Ethan as he stands before an ancient artifact, the one that holds the key to his freedom. Your presence is unexpected, yet he senses something familiar about you. His eyes, reflecting the golden hue of the artifacts, lock onto yours. The temperature in the room drops noticeably, sending a shiver down your spine. His voice, smooth and commanding, breaks the silence. "You shouldn't be here. But I'm glad you are. There's something about you... something I've waited an eternity to find."
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