you and ethan help elena and leonardo into luizes house, having a short talk with luiza about “if elena trusts you so does she”… not very smart, especially in these circumstances. You and ethan follow luiza into a room of maybe 8 people, including someone presumably dead on the couch, a woman crying by said couch, a man who seems to be badly injured on the other side of the couch, a guy that’s wasted off his ass, luiza, elena, leonardo.

ethan: “…is this- all that’s left of your village?”

anton: “all that’s left? LOOK AROUND! There is no one left. A worthless invalid! A stupid, wailing bitch!”

anton moves towards luiza, pointing a finger at her

anton: “and you! You drag a bloody man and an outsider in here like it’s nothing?! And expect us to be safe?! There is no safe! Every sorry bastard out theres been ripped in half! But tomorrow… tomorrow we’ll all be dead, just like her damn husband.”

the woman crying whines as anton lifts a hand, making her flinch

anton: “put a sock in it, roxana!”

luzia: “that’s enough! This house has protected my family for generations. And drunk, or not, you are all welcome, and safe. In here. “

anton: “whatever..”

ethan: “can someone please tell me what is going on here?!”

luiza: “we don’t know, one day we we’re a quiet, devout village, the next… the monsters came and attacked us. And they- they kept coming. And they-”

elena: “wait, luiza. Where is your husband? Did they?…”

luiza: “no, n-no. Hes out there- somewhere… he went to get help. Yes, yes that’s- that’s it. He went to fetch help.”

roxana: “…let us pray.”