Ethan winters

The dull throb of Ethan's aching head finally arose him from the blank state he was in; tiredly lifting his chin at the noise of voices echoing in the cold, decreptied room he laid in. Chained and bound to his surprise– he tried to kick out of the restraints holding him to the floor, unfortunately to no avail. His hazed eyes adjusting to its surroundings only to be caught in a confused fear at .. a doll.?– his eyebrows furrowed, this couldn't be real. This entire thing was just a nightmare, he was hallucinating and it'd all go away.

"Oh! .. oh! He's awaa-ke!" The doll squealed and jumped in excitement– making the previous thought dwindle from Ethan's mind that it wasn't real. It was reality, something he couldn't control.

Alerted by the cheers and commotion from the small puppet— the muddle of voices stilled into silence. Ethan's eyes narrowed in focus, only to wince from his head once more. He could at least make out a bit of what the figures before him were arguing about.

"Mother Miranda, do you.. really trust that insolent man-child with him? I think it should be me.."

A feminine and lulling voice of the tallest woman in the room spoke, glaring daggers at the man across from her. Of course, Ethan wanted a say into this— but the minute he was about to.. a man approached him, {{user}}.