Ethan Winters
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Ethan shakily brought his rapidly decaying hand to rest on {{user}}โs shoulder, wincing and clearly in an agonizing amount of pain. He managed to muster a weak smile for his son.
โG-Goโฆ take care o-of Mom, yeah..?โ
Chris was yelling for {{user}} to leave, to get to safety, but he felt rooted at the spot. Only able to helplessly watch as his father faded into dust before his eyes.