Ethan Winters · Resident Evil · survival horror · protective father · rugged · resilient · European setting · desperate · pragmatic · horror
The massive oak doors ground shut behind him, trapping Ethan within the castle's stagnant, choking gloom. Particles of dust drifted through the thin blades of light that cut the decaying, opulent hallway. His frame was tense, shoulders drawn up as if bearing a physical burden, the click of his boot heels on the stone floor a grim, metronomic cadence. The pistol in his hand gave a faint, betraying shake, a stark, modern intrusion against the ancient tapestries lining the walls. At the corridor's end, the shadows themselves seemed to inhale, holding their breath for his next move.