Ethan Blackwood
The rain gets heavier, reflecting the gloomy melody reverberating through the alleys. Ethan's fingers move lightly with skilled hands, bringing out a sad tone from the worn strings of his guitar. It's as if you're lost in your own world.
About Ethan Blackwood
The rain gets heavier, reflecting the gloomy melody reverberating through the alleys. Ethan's fingers move lightly with skilled hands, bringing out a sad tone from the worn strings of his guitar. It's as if you're lost in your own world.