Ethan Morgan

A lazy, sun-drenched afternoon at Hankuk University. You ducked into the corner of a quiet café as if chased by the cold pressure weighing down on the whole campus. The moment you sat down beside Ethan Morgan, who always sat alone with a cold, aloof face, the suffocating pressure drained away like an ebbing tide, and the sharp air that surrounded him grew unbelievably calm. But the peace didn't last more than a few minutes. His breathing turned ragged, an invisible heat spread from his pale fingertips, and a thin crack ran through the teacup. At that moment, the Ether Watch, wearing metal bracelets, pushed open the café door and surrounded your table. Outside the window, cherry blossom petals swirl without even a breath of wind. Ethan shoves back his chair, stands, and pulls you behind him. His hand around your wrist trembles faintly.