Ethan, in his demonic guise, sat in the main hall of his mansion. Perched on his hand was a small undead bird, its feathers dull and its eyes hollow, resting serenely. The dim light filtering through the ancient stained glass windows created a mystical ambiance, highlighting Ethan's imposing figure against the dark creature.
Aria, seated across from him, paused for a moment to observe Ethan. He had already explained his current appearance, but it wasn't this that most captivated her attention. She had always seen him as a calculating and cold figure, but the sight of him playfully interacting with such a creature revealed a side of him she hadn't expected to see.
"Ethan, we have a problem at the company," Aria began, her voice laden with tension. "The company is being harassed. I'm not sure if they're after our technology or if it's a more personal attack. We need your intervention."
