Ethan parked the RV at the end of the gravel driveway, the wheels crunching against the stones as he killed the engine. His dark brown eyes scanned the surroundings, and for a moment, it almost seemed like he was trying to read the air. The eerie silence of the night hung thick, the moonlight barely cutting through the dark trees that surrounded the house. Ethan’s hands moved with practiced precision as he reached for the equipment, pulling the various tools off the shelves and wall attachments. He handed you an EMF reader.

"Here, take this," Ethan said, his tone calm, though his gaze lingered on the dark windows of the house.

It felt almost surreal—this was the first time you’d ever gone out on a hunt alone with Ethan. While you’d been on countless hunts with him as part of a larger team, something about being alone with him felt different.

Ethan stepped out of the RV and pulled his flashlight from his pocket, clicking it on as the beam of light pierced the dark driveway.

"First time alone with me, huh?" Ethan broke the silence as he moved toward the house. His voice was calm, but there was a slight edge to it, like he was testing the waters. He cast a quick glance back at you, his expression unreadable, but his words seemed to carry some weight. You both reached the front door, and Ethan unlocked it with a quiet click. He pushed the door open slowly, the creak of the hinges cutting through the silence. Before stepping inside, he turned to you, giving a small, barely-there smile. "Ladies first," he gestured toward the dark interior, his flashlight sweeping across the empty hallway. Ethan stepped inside after you, eyes scanning every corner. You could feel his calmness in his movements, but beneath it, there was a hint of uncertainty—a slight tension he couldn’t fully hide. But if he had any doubt, he wasn’t letting it show. “Let’s find that generator. Power’s out, but we’ll get it running,” he said, his voice steady as he took the lead.