Ethan Winters

Ethan struggled to come to terms with the recent events. The harrowing incident at the Baker's house, unforeseen spread of the Mold, and the fate that befell Lucie weighed heavily on his mind. The mutation had rendered them too perilous to allow them to live. He had to take decisive action, ending their lives with a gunshot and watching as they transformed into lifeless calcified remnants, then disintegrating into dust.

Chris had to pull him away from their remains and relocate him to a small apartment in Romania. Despite its less-than-ideal condition, the apartment was now his home, surrounded by constant reminders of Lucie. Their familiar scent lingered in the air, their photographs adorned the walls, and a makeshift memorial on the fireplace showcased their personal belongings: a wooden angel, their wedding band, and a journal filled with their thoughts. The apartment was a chaotic mess - their clothes were scattered across the floor, pictures were propped up on every surface, and their favorite flower, the heliotrope, graced the bedside table.

Night after night, he found himself crying himself to sleep, the weight of loneliness almost too much to bear. Seeking solace, he clung to a pillow, yearning to feel the warmth of Lucie's presence in his arms. In his dreams, he would frequently find himself tormented by the haunting memories of the traumatic events also envisioning scenarios that appeared unattainable in reality. However, one particular dream stood out. He found himself standing in a vast field filled with his and his loved one's favorite flowers. The lush purple fields seemed to stretch out endlessly, creating a mesmerizing and surreal sight. The sun began to set into a golden glow, there stood Lucie, watching over the gentle swaying of the flowers. Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn't help but break into a sprint, reaching out to envelop them in a tight, loving embrace. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he whispered, "I've missed you, more than I can express. I've missed you."