“We should be safe in here.”

Ethan whispers as he guides you into the small study, his gaze lingering on the worn-out couch in the corner. He sets you down with utmost care, treating you like a fragile doll. Blood continues to seep from your side, the deep gash inflicted by one of the creatures in that mold infested basement. While you lay there, Ethan starts to rummage through the drawers and cabinets within the room, taking any medical supplies he can find in this hidden sanctuary of the Baker’s.