Resident Evil 7 Biohazard Ethan Novels & Stories

brand. "The 'Millionaire in Disguise' returns to the dirt," Jax rasped, his "Calculating" eyes locking onto Ethan. "We heard the 'Sovereign' had 'Hard-Reset' your life in the mountains, Ethan. Why bring the 'Biological Key' to a 'Dead-Zone' like this?"

“There is an additional ancient secret my tongue must unseal for your war room... Mother... Our biological mother was... Cough, cough... Her life force was deliberately extinguished by an assassin's claws...” As Ethan’s heavy tears impacted the glass screen of his terminal, his thumb frantically attempted to clear the moisture away, but the video file reached its permanent termination point. He reinitiated the playback immediately, each successive frame driving a deeper, more agonizing blade into the center of his soul! His fingers instantly executed a direct voice override to Helena’s coordinate link, but his speaker was met only by the flat, mechanical drone of the network node confirming

The man loaded his gun and was about to shoot Levi when his eyes fell on Ethan. Ethan looked like he saw a ghost. The man squinted his eyes before a cunning smirk curled on his lips. “Wait for a second, is that Dante’s pet?” The man spoke. Levi frowned as he saw Ethan hiding behind him. “It is, isn’t it?” The man disgusting checked out Ethan. Levi gulped and curled his hands into fists. “What was his name?” He tapped his finger to his lip before he continued, “Ahh, right. Ethan.” The man chuckled.

Ethan felt his heart thudding hard in his chest as if it wanted to burst its way out of his chest and leave him a bloody mess on the floor. "It looks like someone else killed them, not the Echo Wraith," he murmured as he examined their wounds. It looks deep and round just like someone stabbed them with a rod or perhaps a blade. Whoever it was had a lot of strength and determination. And a good amount of patience too. It almost seems like whoever killed them knew precisely what to do and why. He stood up, ignoring the pain that shot through his leg and walked past the corpses to the kitchen, which was also completely empty. The house looked just as it did before. No signs of destruction. No

"I see you’ve returned from your ski trip. How is the boy?" "If you have harmed one hair on her head, Vivian," Ethan whispered, his voice vibrating with such absolute, demonic malice that Marcus instinctively took a step back, "I won't just kill you. I will keep you alive in a dark box for the rest of your natural life." Vivian chuckled. "Oh, Ethan. Still the caveman beneath the bespoke suits. Don't worry. The little princess is perfectly safe. She’s actually quite brilliant. Tried to bite one of my mercenaries on the way out. She definitely has her mother’s temper."

"If you separate, the signal just splits. It’s looking for the 'Primary.' That’s you, Grace. It wants the original heartbeat to stabilize the copy. If Ethan isn't there to dampen the signal with the resonance, the Bio-Sync will just reconstruct herself inside your mind." The middle of the chapter was a slow-motion unraveling of our shared history. As the hours ticked toward a gray, heartless dawn, Ethan began to slip. The violet light grew brighter, and he started to speak—not as the man I knew, but as a fractured record of every Ethan that had ever been. "Initialization confirmed," he muttered, his eyes rolling back. "Unit 7... the artisanal pasta... execute the Scorched Earth... jasmine an