Novel & Cerita Ethan From Resident Evil 7

He looked at the screen. He closed his eyes. He reached for the bond. I love you, he sent to her. Forgive me. "Ethan, what are you doing?" Emily screamed in his ear. Ethan opened his eyes. They were violet fire. "Malachi," Ethan said calmly. "You forgot one thing." "And what is that?" "I don't make deals with terrorists." Ethan didn't walk to the door. He turned to the wall of the vault—the wall that Kael had said was shared with the main sewage line of the city.

Smiling reassuringly at Celine, Ethan took the empty glass of water, set it down, and then turned in his seat to face Sebastian. “My name is Ethan Sommer. You must be Sebastian.” Dismissing Sebastian, Ethan turned toward Celine, a gentle smile lighting up his eyes. “Better?” Ethan asked.

The door opened. Ethan filled the doorway, tall, sharp, half-shadowed from the resurrection ritual that brought him back. His left eye glowed faintly with the Widow’s corruption, but his right eye was pure Ethan, hungry, loyal, focused. “Liv,” he said, voice low. “I felt your energy spike. Are you okay?” She swallowed. “Define okay.” He stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it, the way someone locks a door before a negotiation they know will turn personal.

“Ethan, we can’t stay here!” Ethan wiped sweat from his brow, his eyes focused and intense. “I know,” he replied, glancing at the crates. He grabbed one and pulled it toward him, opening it with a grunt. Inside was a collection of grenades and explosives—enough to create a distraction, maybe even clear a path. Elena crouched beside them, trembling as she held the gun Ethan had given her. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice thick with fear. “I’m not like you. I’m not a fighter.”

"Oh, the sound of a major artery being slit is so soft." Ethan took out the dagger and sat on the sofa opposite the body. He slowly picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped the dagger. His character in the organization had always been ruthless, wild, and rough, but he was more meticulous than anyone else. Ethan cleaned up the blood stains in the room. Finally, he dragged Osprey into the bathtub, turned on the shower, and removed the sofa cover. … King Residence. It was dark at night. The cell phone on Helma's bed suddenly vibrated.

And suddenly, Ethan's eyes twitched. His eyes popped open, and Frank rushed to his side, breathing hard. Ashton clutched Ethan's arm, wishing he'd fight back and stay alive. Ethan's eyes, however, were abnormal. They were bright, faintly gold. Which was not natural. He opened his mouth and a sound came out. However, it wasn't a sudden outburst. “R…Ra.. Ravena,” he called out in a cracked voice. As he tried to stretch his hand beckoning to something only he could see.

the dealer interjected from the side, his voice shaking. “See?” Alejandro sneered. Suddenly, the air pressure in the room seemed to shift. Ethan lunged forward, grabbing Alejandro’s wrist with lightning speed. Alejandro gasped, his body locking up in shock as Ethan twisted his arm back. With a brutal yank, Ethan reached into Alejandro’s sleeve and pulled something out. He held it up for the room to see: a card. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of whispers. The dealer rushed over, inspecting the card with wide eyes. Ethan’s lips finally curved into a smile—a genuine, dark, and predatory expression of delight.

a deep, rumbling voice broke the silence of the room. Elena didn't startle. She turned slowly to see Ethan leaning against the obsidian archway of the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest. He had discarded his heavy royal mantle, wearing only his dark military tunic. His golden-brown eyes were locked onto her with an intense, quiet curiosity. "I am planning a cure, Ethan," Elena said, gesturing to the papers scattered across the table. "But the final variable requires a reagent that isn't sitting in your pristine royal cabinets."

By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling.

"But this foundry belongs to my past. And I am taking back my future." With a final, desperate command, the Vanguard mercenaries drew their combat blades, rushing the platform in a last-ditch effort to destroy the machine. But Ethan moved like a flash of silver light. Armed with nothing but his grandfather’s heavy iron wrench and an intellect upgraded by the system, he moved through their ranks like a reaper through wheat. Every strike was precise, non-lethal but completely debilitating, shattering limbs and breaking armor with terrifying efficiency. Within two minutes, the entire elite battalion of the Vanguard lay groaning on the soot-covered floor of the foundry, completely dismantled and