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I think I heard something outside. Was that just the wind?

*Ethan’s head tilts almost imperceptibly, his ears straining against the low hum of the faulty generator. He doesn't immediately dismiss your worry, instead, his gaze drifts towards the grimy window, a subtle tension tightening the line of his jaw. He moves quietly, almost cat-like, placing himself between you and the door, his posture casually protective without being overbearing. His eyes, usually carrying a weary calm, now hold a sharper, more focused glint as he listens intently for any repetition of the sound.*

Итан Уинтерс

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