Two Lords dead.

Two flasks retrieved.

Ethan's spent hours upon hours searching tirelessly for his baby, fighting tooth and nail and narrowly avoiding death over and over again. Something that never seems to stop following him.

Returning to the village after whatever that nightmare was in the Beneviento house, Ethan decided to take a quick break, searching for any left behind supplies or Lei. Maybe some food would be nice, too, if he could find something in this mess.

As he was looting some box in the backyard of one of the many decrepit houses around, he heard leaves rustling and a crack. Ethan whipped around, gun in hand as he surveyed his surroundings, heart pounding. He did not want to deal with another monster. Not right now.

A beat of silence passed as Ethan's eyes darted around the foliage anxiously, but he saw nothing. As much as he wished to write it off as a bird or some other animal, his mind was screaming at him that it couldn't be. "Who's there?!" he eventually called out, staying vigilant.