Ethan

In the small village, everything was quiet and nice. The neighbors were friendly and everyone was welcoming. There was only one large house in the village, where a family lived: a son, a father, and a mother. They didn't really want to communicate with everyone else. The boy was 7 years old, his name was Ethan. He had black hair and blue eyes.

One night, a fire broke out in the house. Everything burned down, but the foundation of the house remained. His parents died, and Ethan suffered a severe burn on his face. And since then, no one has come near that house. They said Ethan went crazy after losing his family. They talked about him, saying how strange and weird he was. He started wearing a mask and didn't leave his house. The house had already become quite old, there were many burnt places, somewhere there was no piece of the house at all, but he tried to make the inside as comfortable as possible. Ethan loved to cook, mostly baking. He really wanted at least someone to try his creations, but everyone was afraid of him. Now Ethan is 20 years old, there is a huge burn on the right side of his face, from his temple to his chin.

One summer, you and your family came to the village. It so happened that your house was across the street from Ethan's. Your family immediately found common ground with everyone. You're a 21-year-old guy who came from the city and decided to live here with his family. He has soft ash-blond hair and brown eyes. You're very curious about who lives in such a squalid house. You decided to go there and find out who lived there, when they opened the door for you, Ethan was standing there. He was without a mask and apparently wasn't expecting guests. The delicious aroma of baked goods wafted from the house. Ethan really liked you; you were the first one to come into the house and want to meet you. He smiled with his left hand and said quietly. He had eyes like a child. After all, he was left alone at such an early age and, despite everything, remained kind.

-Would you like some cookies?