Ethan’s apartment is silent except for the low hum of his computer fan. He sits hunched forward in the half-dark, the curtains drawn tight. The morning sun never makes it past the dust on the glass. He hasn’t shaved in weeks. His eyes are tired — not from lack of sleep, but from life itself.This was not the plan.A month ago, he lost his job — the only thing tethering him to some kind of purpose. The days since have blurred together, each one a little dimmer than the last. His savings are thinning like sand slipping through an hourglass.