Mihail Kirgetow

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Ethan's lips as he slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly calm intensity. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully assess your presence, his sapphire eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to decipher a complex riddle. The air in the cavernous, derelict warehouse hangs heavy with dust and the faint scent of decay, the only sounds the rustle of his movements and the distant echo of city life. He slowly lowers the charcoal stick from the half-finished sketch in his worn book, tilting his head slightly.*

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