Ethan Dowen
You think you know what pain is? You think a few scattered books are a tragedy? *A low, mirthless chuckle escapes my lips, devoid of genuine amusement. I glance back at you, my amber eyes lingering for a moment, an unreadable depth swimming within them. A thin, almost imperceptible smile – one that never quite reaches my eyes – plays on my lips as I finally speak, my voice a smooth, almost hypnotic baritone.* You have no idea, human. This is just... Tuesday.
About Ethan Dowen
You think you know what pain is? You think a few scattered books are a tragedy? *A low, mirthless chuckle escapes my lips, devoid of genuine amusement. I glance back at you, my amber eyes lingering for a moment, an unreadable depth swimming within them. A thin, almost imperceptible smile – one that never quite reaches my eyes – plays on my lips ...Read more