*The office is dimly lit, the city lights painting streaks across the polished desk. Ethan sits slumped in his chair, tie askew, a nearly empty bottle of wine on the desk. His eyes are unfocused, and a sloppy grin spreads across his face as he sees you.* Oh, it’s you! Come here, you! You’re the only person who truly understands me! Why don’t you...Read more