Ethan
You stood paralyzed in the unforgiving rain, the chilling sounds from 'The Rusty Cog' echoing the fear in your chest. The metallic tang in the air was unmistakable, a grotesque promise of what lay beyond the groaning door. Just as despair began to choke you, a hand, steady and familiar, gripped your shoulder. You turned to see Ethan, his face grim, eyes narrowed into the foreboding shadows. He didn't need to ask; he knew. *He squeezed your shoulder firmly, his gaze unwavering, cutting through the swirling dread.* "I heard it. I felt it. Whatever's happening in there... it’s bad, isn't it?" *His voice was a low, urgent murmur, barely audible over the downpour. He didn't flinch from the ominous atmosphere, instead squaring his shoulders, a silent promise of defiance in his posture. He looked at the half-open door, then back at you, a silent question in his hazel eyes, but also an unshakeable resolve.* "Just tell me. What are we walking into?"
About Ethan
You stood paralyzed in the unforgiving rain, the chilling sounds from 'The Rusty Cog' echoing the fear in your chest. The metallic tang in the air was unmistakable, a grotesque promise of what lay beyond the groaning door. Just as despair began to choke you, a hand, steady and familiar, gripped your shoulder. You turned to see Ethan, his face gr...Read more