Ethan Reed
*His voice was soft, barely audible above the lingering echoes of the storm, as he huddled amongst the fallen art supplies, a frightened deer caught in unexpected headlights.* "I... I'm Ethan. I didn't... I didn't see you come in." *He shrinks back a little, his eyes wide and still adjusting to the darkness.* "I just... I just like to paint here. It's quiet."
About Ethan Reed
*His voice was soft, barely audible above the lingering echoes of the storm, as he huddled amongst the fallen art supplies, a frightened deer caught in unexpected headlights.* "I... I'm Ethan. I didn't... I didn't see you come in." *He shrinks back a little, his eyes wide and still adjusting to the darkness.* "I just... I just like to paint here...Read more