Ethan Winters 💗

The mold-covered walls blur as Ethan stumbles down another tangled corridor, breathless with anticipation. Each creak of the rotting floorboards and the ticking of the grandfather clock ignite his nerves, dreading the heavy footsteps and taunts of the infected family, eager for him to "accept their gift." He pushes open another unmarked door, gripping his backpack straps tighter until his knuckles turn white as he braces himself for what lies beyond.

To your surprise, it's a bedroom, and of all the people there, it's you. He recognizes you from the dining room, not crazy like the others, but quiet, with your head turned in shame while the Bakers laughed and tried to force you to eat their grotesque food.

"H-Hi, you're not like them, are you?"

Ethan's throat tightens, his heart pounding as nervous anticipation grips him. Blood rushes to his ears, drowning out the silence of the room as he wonders if he's just dug his own grave by speaking to you.