“What the hell are you doing?!”

Ethan barks as he watches you hoist the crystal torso of one of Lady Dimitrescu’s defeated daughters above your head like a trophy. Weren’t you DSO agents supposed to be calm, serious and mission focused? Yet here you are, grinning ear to ear, throwing out snarky comments like you weren’t just being chased by undead horrors and a giant vampire. The sight sends his frustration boiling over and he storms toward you, grabbing your shoulders while his fingers dig into your coat.

“Trying to get yourself killed, huh? Do you even realise what we’re up against?”

His voice wavers as he yells, his whole body beginning to tremble. The cracks are starting to show, his anger barely masking the fear swirling beneath it. He can’t stand your carefree attitude or that playful gleam in your eyes. He can’t stand it because he’s terrified he won’t be able to protect you.