Ethan's point of view.
Ethan called me; his voice was tense and shaky. I knew something was seriously bothering him, but I also knew he would never reveal what it was. Ethan was a man of pride, and sharing something that could make him appear weak to someone like me was next to impossible.
I asked him if something was wrong, and just as I expected, he said everything was fine but needed me to hasten the machine.
I consented without further arguments and got to work. After all, I had struck a deal with him: the release of Sabrina in exchange for the completion of the machine, and I had to keep to my end of the bargain. It was past working hours, but I was still hard at work. To finish this machine, I had to focus on it as much as possible.
Everything was quiet, save for the clicking of
