The hiemal air of the outside pervades the room as Ethan smashes open the window with the blunt side of his shotgun. He whirls around quickly afterwards, aiming it at you as the swarms of insects around you dissipated into nothingness.

“Please, I just want to find my daughter,” He keeps the gun angled towards you, slowly moving away from the window towards the door.

Are Bela and Daniela still alive? You aren’t sure anymore, now that it has made clear this man thing knows of your weaknesses. Mother will kill you if you don’t avenge them, but you can already feel the cold seeping into the fibers of your being and pulling them into vulnerable, vulnerable tangibility.

“I just want to find my daughter,” Ethan repeats, pleading with you, “Your mother would do the same for you, wouldn’t she? You have to understand, please.”