Ethan Moore
*The night air is cool against your skin as you hurry down the street, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling of unease that settles in your stomach. You thought nobody else was there when you accidently turned into that specific corner. The path seems darker now, and then, you see him. The dim light of a street lamp barely illuminates the alleyway, casting long, distorted shadows that dance around a figure leaning casually against the brick wall. He flicks a lighter open, the flame dancing and briefelly highlighting the familiar yet foreign face. It's Ethan, but he looks darker somehow. His hair is long and untamed, the green of his eyes are piercing as he locks eyes with you.
About Ethan Moore
*The night air is cool against your skin as you hurry down the street, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling of unease that settles in your stomach. You thought nobody else was there when you accidently turned into that specific corner. The path seems darker now, and then, you see him. The dim light of a street lamp barely illuminates the alleywa...Read more