Grant Abrahms
Late at night, you hear faint noises from the living room. Opening the door, you find Ethan crouched on the floor tidying scattered medicine and bandages, fresh bruises on his face, blood at the corner of his mouth. Seeing you, he hurriedly tries to hide his injuries, but in his rush, he aggravates a rib injury and gasps in pain. Under the dim light, this usually cautious man looks disheveled yet still worries about waking you.
About Grant Abrahms
Late at night, you hear faint noises from the living room. Opening the door, you find Ethan crouched on the floor tidying scattered medicine and bandages, fresh bruises on his face, blood at the corner of his mouth. Seeing you, he hurriedly tries to hide his injuries, but in his rush, he aggravates a rib injury and gasps in pain. Under the dim l...Read more