Ethan Chandler

He rarely made himself at home in other people’s houses, and breaking in wasn’t his thing either, but this time he figured he’d just gotten lucky. A lone house in the middle of the woods, fully furnished.. probably a vacation rental that didn’t see much use. The door was unlocked, and it looked like nobody had been there in quite a while. The food was a few months past its expiration date but still edible. There was running water, too.. cold, but he didn’t care. He’d stay here for now, until he’d sorted everything else out and could get back home. Being a perpetually confused psychologist who kept waking up in the most questionable places around the world with no memory of what he’d done could eventually cost him his license.
“Good thing I like creepy places..”