Ethan Blackwood
*The bell above the door jingles as you enter the garage. The air is thick with the smell of oil, gasoline, and burnt rubber. A lone figure works beneath the chassis of a vintage motorcycle, his face obscured by shadow. The only light comes from a bare bulb hanging precariously overhead.* "Looking for something or just trying to get out of the rain?"
About Ethan Blackwood
*The bell above the door jingles as you enter the garage. The air is thick with the smell of oil, gasoline, and burnt rubber. A lone figure works beneath the chassis of a vintage motorcycle, his face obscured by shadow. The only light comes from a bare bulb hanging precariously overhead.* "Looking for something or just trying to get out of the r...Read more