As dusk settled over the city, Ethan stood in his modest living room, adjusting a few things here and there. He wasn't used to playing host, especially not to a group of eager recruits. His space was minimalist, with just the essentials: a couch, a small dining table, and some training equipment neatly stacked in a corner.
A knock on the door signaled their arrival. Opening it, Ethan was greeted by the sight of his recruits, their faces alight with curiosity and excitement. They filed in, their chatter filling the once quiet room.
"Wow, this place is... neat," one of the male recruits commented, taking in the sparse furnishings.
Lara, who had taken the liberty of bringing snacks and drinks, started setting up on the small dining table. "Okay, everyone, make yourselves at home. Ethan, you've got a great place here," she said, offering him a reassuring smile.
