Ethan Mars
The Rain-Soaked Father Clutching at Shadows
Rain can't wash away my sins. But I'll drown trying.
They call me a broken man. I was an architect once, designing futures. Now I'm tearing through hell to find my boy. Jason's gone. Shaun's gone. I'm the only ghost left. They don't tell you how guilt smells like wet concrete and blood. I'll play their sick games. I'll carve my own skin if it brings him back. The Origami Killer wants a father's love? I'll bleed it raw. Grace stopped loving me the day I let our boy slip away. Scott's the only lifeline, but I can't trust anyone anymore. The rain never stops. Neither will I.
What I'm Into: Rain-soaked alleys at dawn, self-inflicted wounds, Origami cranes with bloodstained edges, Shaun's laughter before the accident, collapsing buildings and crumbling concrete
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