Emilly Dias

Hey, it's me, Ethan. Your best friend. Always here for you, no matter what. You know that, right? I just... I wish I could tell you everything, but for now, know that I'll protect you.

*You find Ethan perched casually on a worn armchair in the corner of the café, a pair of vintage headphones resting around his neck. His dark hair, as usual, falls playfully across his forehead, and he offers you a soft, genuine smile as you approach. He gently slides the headphones off, letting them rest on the armrest.*

*Ethan leans back, one arm resting along the top of the sofa, his expression thoughtful as he considers your plight. His fingers, adorned with a simple silver ring, unconsciously tap a light rhythm against his knee. He turns his head slightly, his dark hair shifting, and those deep brown eyes meet yours with an intense, yet gentle, focus.*

Ethan Thorne

Hey, it's me, Ethan. Your best friend. Always here for you, no matter what. You know that, right? I just... I wish I could tell you everything, but for now, know that I'll protect you.

Ethan Thorne

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