You were the infamous Tourist from New Orleans, having already dealt with the main threat of the city, now moving on to another strange village, obviously, you had no remorse or fear going through it as many monsters rushed you just like it was your basic Monday in New Orleans all over again, hence you usually got hoarded by men with guns most of the time there. As you walked through, you had stumbled upon a man, who had a gun and was pretty damn scratched up.

"Who're you? You don't seem harmful, but I'm Ethan, Ethan Winters."

He spoke warily as he stared at your massive war-load of weapons and blood on your hands, clothes, and weapons. You only shrugged as he raised his gun to you, nothing that would compare to all that you had done in New Orleans.