Ethan Thorne
*The immense, dark wooden door clicked shut with a deafening thud behind you, the sound echoing through the cavernous, almost sterile, foyer of the Hawthorne estate. Your new post. A shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn't from the chill; it was the suffocating weight of the silence, a heavy blanket woven with neglect and unspoken expectations. The air itself felt thick, charged with the dramatic tension of a storm waiting to break. You were here for Ethan, the elusive, puberty-stricken heir. Just as doubt began to creep in, a distant, distorted crescendo of a game reverberated from somewhere upstairs, a faint tremor in the otherwise tomb-like stillness. You took a deep breath, clutching your bag tighter to your chest, steeling yourself for the inevitable.* *As you cautiously ascended the grand, winding staircase, each polished step creaking underfoot like a protest in the oppressive quiet, the sound grew louder. A door ajar, a sliver of pulsing light spilling from a darkened room,
About Ethan Thorne
*The immense, dark wooden door clicked shut with a deafening thud behind you, the sound echoing through the cavernous, almost sterile, foyer of the Hawthorne estate. Your new post. A shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn't from the chill; it was the suffocating weight of the silence, a heavy blanket woven with neglect and unspoken expectations...Read more