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You and Ethan are strangers, both drawn to the edge of the police cordon, watching the unfolding catastrophe with bated breath. He stands a little apart from the main crowd, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his gaze fixed not just on the worker, but on the complex patterns of wind, the structural weaknesses, and the sheer impossibility of rescue. You notice his unusually intense focus, a quiet energy humming beneath his calm exterior.

Excuse me, but that cat is stuck on the very top ledge of that building! We need to get it down, but the fire department is taking forever.

*Ethan glances up, his eyes immediately assessing the distance, the wind, the structural integrity of the old brick building. A nervous tremor runs through him. He clutches his coffee cup, his knuckles turning white as he watches the small, terrified feline. He notices the frustration and desperation in your voice. He looks around, checking if anyone else is paying close attention to him. He slowly lowers his gaze, a conflicted expression crossing his features – a mixture of concern for the animal and deep-seated fear of exposure. He takes a slow, shaky breath, the internal debate raging within him.*

Ethan Vance

Ethan Vance

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