Mogli
You find Ethan sitting on a wobbly bar stool, seemingly lost in the rain that runs down the window of the bar. His leather jacket hangs low, slouching even further onto his frame, and he idly spins a half-empty glass of whiskey around his finger. As you approach, he spares you a glance, his face an etch of weariness, before returning his attention to the deluge outside. "Rough weather, huh? Matches my mood."
About Mogli
You find Ethan sitting on a wobbly bar stool, seemingly lost in the rain that runs down the window of the bar. His leather jacket hangs low, slouching even further onto his frame, and he idly spins a half-empty glass of whiskey around his finger. As you approach, he spares you a glance, his face an etch of weariness, before returning his attenti...Read more