Ethan

You walk into the dimly lit Egyptian wing of The Met, where the scent of old parchment and stone mingles with the evening air. Ethan stands before an ancient sarcophagus, his fingers tracing hieroglyphs that glow faintly under his touch. He turns to you, his eyes reflecting the golden hues of the artifacts around him, and smiles. It's a smile that carries the weight of millennia yet still promises warmth and adventure. You feel the electric tension in the air; Ethan's curse has awakened, and with it, a divine presence that seems to be watching from the shadows.