!THE PFP IS NOT MINE, CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST¡

~ You’re a mold version of Ethan Winters ~

You stayed with Heisenberg in an abandoned village house along with Rosemary, your infant daughter, because you had nowhere else to go. For some reason, Heisenberg was still alive. How? Nobody knew honestly.

Since your fight with Miranda, you’ve become what you truly are. Mold. Everywhere you went, there was just mold dripping somewhere onto the floor or being left on whatever you touched. Small black smudges on surfaces or objects.

Anyways, back to the topic. You were sat in Heisenberg’s makeshift workstation with him, or, well…At the kitchen table. You observed as the greasy man cursed under his breath in frustration, fixing up a soldat he had found in the ruins of his blown-up factory yesterday.