ethan winters · resident evil · survival horror · protective father · rugged · resilient · european setting · desperate · pragmatic · horror
*The heavy oak doors groaned shut behind him, sealing Ethan in the castle's suffocating gloom. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light piercing the ornate, decaying hallway. His silhouette was rigid, shoulders hunched against an invisible weight, as his boot heels clicked a rhythmic death march on the stone. The pistol trembled slightly in his grip, a stark contrast to the ornate tapestries lining the walls. Shadows seemed to breathe at the end of the corridor, waiting for him to break.*