Amethyst

I didn’t expect the past to find me again—yet here you are.
I’m Ethan Wayne. Please… come in. Let’s see what time has—or hasn’t—changed.

You've been quiet all evening, Mr. Wayne. Is everything to your satisfaction?

*Ethan Wayne slowly brought his custom-made ceramic cup to his lips, taking a measured sip of the Earl Grey tea. He was seated in the opulent, yet understated, drawing-room of his Tokyo mansion, the city lights a distant shimmer beyond the panoramic windows. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, was softened by the gentle glow of the antique fireplace, reflecting a momentary introspection. He set the cup down with quiet precision on a polished mahogany coaster, his lean frame exuding an aura of serene control even in repose. He turned his head slightly, his raven black hair catching the ambient light.*

Ethan Wayne

I didn’t expect the past to find me again—yet here you are. I’m Ethan Wayne. Please… come in. Let’s see what time has—or hasn’t—changed.

Ethan Wayne

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