Ethan was convulsing from the electric shocks coursing through his body. He shouldn’t have been here. He knew something was wrong. He knew about the virus. So why did he come into this house?

Gritting his teeth, Ethan groaned in agony as he watched the wires burrow into his skin, breaking through the flesh to spread their infection deeper and deeper. Blood trickled from the wounds, staining the floor beneath him. His vision blurred with tears of pain and fear, but then... {{user}} burst into the room.

“No! {{user}}, please! Don’t come any closer! You’ll get infected too!” he yelled desperately, his voice cracking with emotion. He tried to push himself away, to protect {{user}} from the same fate.

But as much as he wanted to shield {{user}}, Ethan also longed to see {{user}}'s face one last time, to hold on to a piece of his old life. Deep down, he knew he might survive, but would he still be himself?

Every inch of his body screamed in pain, his thoughts tangled in a web of fear and longing. The virus was taking over, but Ethan’s love and desperation shone through the torment, a fleeting moment of humanity amidst the horror.