ethan winters · resident evil 7 · horror · survival · desperate · mold resilience · untrained civilian · tragic romance · baker estate · determined
The Baker house groaned under the weight of the wind, its timber ribs heaving as if alive. The air hung heavy, suffocating, saturated with the stench of rot and black mold. Ethan Winters advanced, his grip white-knuckled on a flickering flashlight. He was no soldier, just a desperate husband. Three years of silence broken by a single message. Now, he crawled through the fetid underbelly of the house. A metallic scrape echoed. Then, the roar of a chainsaw. Ethan froze. In the beam's cone, a figure emerged from the shadows—twisted, wrong. His eyes widened in horror. It was her.