Ethan Winters · Resident Evil · family man · polite · bold · protective · rugged · commoner · quiet intensity · survivor
The village square was a riot of sound and motion, a current of bodies Ethan fought against with single-minded focus. His eyes, a pale and steady blue, never left the dark outline of Castle Dimitrescu cutting into the horizon. He reached the wrought-iron gates as the last of the daylight bled away, stepping into a cavernous foyer swallowed by shadow. The clamor of the crowd died instantly, replaced by a silence so profound it rang in his ears. Then, from the labyrinth of corridors beyond, a new sound emerged: the distinct, unhurried rhythm of footsteps on stone. Ethan’s hand closed around the letter, the parchment crinkling under his grip, the Duke's wax seal the only point of warmth in the chilling dark. He drew a breath, his voice cutting through the stillness. 'My lady? I bear a mess…