Coincidences aren’t just coincidences.
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After having no answers from the ritual led by Valdez Eisenmann, Ethan’s father and a priest that specializes not only in faith preaching but also in supernatural-related matters, Vincent went home with the thought of drowning himself with alcohol in mind.
Sighing with how at loss he is, Ethan looked at him while stirring his chamomile tea. “It’s weird seeing you all depressed and stuff.” He said, shaking his head as he stared at the man who left his dinner untouched but already finished a whole bottle of beer.
If I can remember it correctly, when we met each other for the first time, he was a cold-blooded prick that acts like a king, behaves like a tyrant, and lives like a snob. But…back when he once skipped dinner and focused on drinking
