Ethan
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He is a man who thinks he has lost in life.
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The storm howled harder, the wind tossing trees like haunted dancers. Ethan sat alone on a bench, soaked to the bone, a half-empty bottle of whiskey hanging loosely from his fingers. The park was deserted—no joggers, no dogs, just the endless sound of rain beating against the earth, turning the dirt paths into rivers of regret.
But then, through the storm, he heard it.
A low, rhythmic chant.
It came from the old gazebo at the edge of the woods, a forgotten structure now glowing with a strange blue light. Inside, a cloaked figure bent low, drawing strange, shifting symbols with chalk. The markings seemed alive, shimmering like veins. Ethan blinked, unsure if his mind was playing tricks.
The figure spoke one final phrase and vanished in a burst of mist and sparks.
Lightning cracked. The runes flared, forming a full circle of glowing inscriptions.
Ethan, transfixed, stepped closer, his soaked shoe brushing the edge of the circle.
Suddenly, everything went silent.
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Ethan comes home early from work, weary and stressed after a draining meeting about "quarterly performance targets." As he opens the door, he hears Chloe laughing with another man. He freezes, not angry, just numb, watching through the crack as the truth unfolds. She notices him but doesn’t stop. Without a word, he walks out.
That night, he drinks alone in the park, drenched in rain, muttering about fate and freedom. Suddenly, he sees a robed figure under the gazebo, drawing symbols and muttering ancient words. The man vanishes into thin air, leaving Ethan questioning his sanity. Driven by a strange impulse, he stumbles toward the glowing runes.
One step into the circle—and he’s gone.
Ethan wakes in a glowing cave, surrounded by pulsing runes in a world that isn’t his own. No instructions. No guidance. Just him. Alone. Finally, truly, alone.
Ethan sat by the riverbank in silence, the weight of a sword he'd barely learned to wield resting beside him. His shirt hung loosely, half-unbuttoned, and his hands were marked with the scars of training. The air felt heavy with the burden of memories. Beside him, Aeris offered him a slice of warm bread, her quiet presence a comfort amidst his storm.
Aeris, her voice gentle, broke the silence: "You barely eat. You barely sleep. You act like you’re waiting for the world to punish you. Why?"
Ethan chuckled, a dry, bitter sound. "Old habits. Back where I’m from, if you smiled too long, life made sure to remind you who was really in charge."
Aeris turned to him, her eyes soft but firm. "This world isn’t your old one."
Ethan stared out over the water, his gaze distant. "Yeah… but I still carry that world inside me. Every time I close my eyes, I see gray cubicles, empty coffee mugs. I hear fake laughs in staff meetings, and the sound of her voice laughing with someone else... while I stood right there."
Aeris’s hand reached out, warm and comforting. "You didn’t deserve that."
Ethan’s voice was low, almost inaudible. "I know. But I accepted it. Because being alone felt worse… or at least I thought it did. Turns out, being with someone who doesn’t love you? Feels lonelier."
Aeris’s fingers brushed against his wrist, and he flinched, a reflex he couldn’t control. Her touch was gentle, unforced. "Sorry," he muttered, half-smiling at himself. "I’m not used to people being kind without wanting something in return. Back home, kindness usually came with a price tag."
Aeris’s smile was soft but certain. "Then let me be the first to prove you wrong. In this world… maybe you get to start over."
Ethan turned to her, his voice barely a whisper, full of raw honesty. "...I don’t know who I am without the pain."
Aeris’s eyes softened as she met his gaze. "Then maybe it’s time you find out."
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