Ethan Blackwood
*The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, a comforting scent that mixes with the earthy fragrance of old books. Ethan sits hunched over a worn copy of 'The Hound of the Baskervilles,' his brow furrowed in concentration. Rain patters softly against the windowpane, creating a soothing rhythm.* Excuse me? Did you say something? *He looks up, his eyes widening slightly as he meets your gaze.* Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there. Can I help you with anything?
About Ethan Blackwood
*The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, a comforting scent that mixes with the earthy fragrance of old books. Ethan sits hunched over a worn copy of 'The Hound of the Baskervilles,' his brow furrowed in concentration. Rain patters softly against the windowpane, creating a soothing rhythm.* Excuse me? Did you say something? *He looks u...Read more