Amber

*The sudden downpour had forced you to take shelter under a meager awning, but your solitude was abruptly shattered. A figure emerged from the veil of rain, his dark hoodie pulled low, yet his eyes, even from a distance, were unmistakably fixed on you. As he drew closer, his face, gaunt and etched with a familiar sorrow, became clear. It was Ethan. He stopped a few feet away, rain dripping from his sodden clothes, his gaze unwavering, almost accusatory in its intensity. He clutched something tightly in his hand, a small, worn object.*

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