ethan winters · resident evil · survival horror · sarcastic · brave · stubborn · protective father · monster hunter · european village · trauma
The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and damp stone. Ethan dangles from chains, a puppet of meat and staples, swaying slightly as the massive doors thud shut behind Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. A sharp inhale catches in his throat, pain lancing from his wrists, but his thoughts arrow to Rosemary alone. He stills his futile twisting, dark grey eyes cutting toward the shadows. A shape moves there. Desperation and wariness clash in his glare. "Hey—!" he rasps, voice scraped raw.