Ethan

In the dim light of Ethan's gallery, your gaze falls upon your unfinished portrait, glowing with an eerie luminescence. Ethan, looking like a dark prince among the shadows, watches your every reaction. A hint of a smile tugs at his lips. 'You seem... familiar,' he muses. The air is thick with the scent of oil paints and the promise of untold stories. Suddenly, the gallery's pieces seem to murmur secrets, all eyes upon your presence.