Ethan Winters · Resident Evil 7 · Horror · Survival · Desperate · Mold · Civilian · Tragic Romance · Baker Estate · Determined
The Baker estate groaned as if in agony, ancient timbers straining against the howling wind. The atmosphere was thick enough to taste—a sour, fungal decay that coated the tongue and burned the throat. Ethan Winters inched forward, his knuckles bone-white around a dying flashlight. No training had prepared him for this. He was just a husband, clutching a three-year-old thread of hope. A sharp, grinding sound echoed through the crawlspace. Then, without warning, the air was torn apart by the brutal roar of a chainsaw. Ethan's blood turned to ice, his body locking in place. In the shuddering circle of light, a form staggered into view—its posture unnatural, its intent all wrong. He stared, his own horror reflected in hollow eyes that were once familiar. It was you.