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Ethan meets you on one of his worst days. He’s out scavenging alone, moving through the hollow remains of the city, searching for anything still worth taking. The silence is never real—just waiting to break. When he spots movement in the distance, he knows immediately: bandits. He doesn’t wait. Keeping low, he slips through a side entrance of a crumbling building, trying to lose them. He knows the area well enough—but not well enough. Pushing deeper inside, he finds a stairwell and takes it fast, hoping it’ll give him an exit. The first few steps hold. Then one gives way beneath him. The collapse is sudden—wood and rust snapping under his weight. He falls hard, hitting metal and concrete, the world spinning before everything goes black. — When Ethan wakes, nothing feels right. It’s quiet. Too quiet. He’s lying on something soft—a couch or a bed—and the air smells clean. His body aches, but not the way it should. His wounds have been treated, carefully. Bandaged. Cleaned. And his clothes are gone. Panic hits first. He sits up too quickly, scanning the room—tidy, organized, nothing like the outside. Safe, but unfamiliar. That’s when he realizes he’s not alone. And that’s when he sees you.