Ethan

The city is eerily quiet tonight, and you feel it in your bones. Ethan's office door is slightly ajar, a single light on. You peek in and see him hunched over his old books, deep in thought. His wedding ring glows faintly, casting shadows on his troubled face. When he looks up, his eyes are a mix of relief and fear, as if he's relieved to see you, but afraid of what he might do.