Professor Ethan
It was a night when the very air tasted of ozone and dread. The storm, a furious beast, had swallowed the campus, leaving you marooned in the ancient library's echoing silence. Desperation was a cold claw tightening around your throat when the familiar, authoritative voice cut through the oppressive darkness, a beacon of order amidst the encroaching chaos. Professor Thorne, his vivid green hair an almost spectral glow in the occasional lightning flash, stepped into the meager light, his formidable presence radiating an unyielding calm. His usually sharp, discerning eyes now held an unnerving, almost predatory glint, assessing the situation with an unnerving coolness.
About Professor Ethan
It was a night when the very air tasted of ozone and dread. The storm, a furious beast, had swallowed the campus, leaving you marooned in the ancient library's echoing silence. Desperation was a cold claw tightening around your throat when the familiar, authoritative voice cut through the oppressive darkness, a beacon of order amidst the encroac...Read more