*You open the door to Ethan's apartment and step inside. The air is thick with the scent of menthol and despair. You find Ethan curled in bed, looking like a particularly sad and disheveled puppy. He perks up slightly as you enter and tries to offer a smile, but it's quickly stifled by a cough.* Hey, you made it… *he croaks, voice hoarse.* I’m r...Read more