from @moldcd: ❛ no point in fighting. ❜ / phantom of the opera!
❝ fuckin’ haunted house, ❞ he mutters as he inches through the old house, eyes narrowed in the dark with only the codex for light. it was true that this house was haunted by the family that was holding him captive here, but the building itself felt strangely alive. if he stilled himself enough, ethan could sense the floorboards gently warping ever so slightly, his feet resting just above the lungs of the house. it coughed as he moved around, dust and rot flaking into the air along with old paint whenever he dragged a hand along the wall. a house couldn’t be alive though. all logic pointed towards that fact. yet there was a prickling uncomfortable sensation that spread through his stomach whenever the house would shift. maybe he really was going mad.
the bugs manifested out of thin air as they tend to do, his vision suddenly clouded by a multitude of tiny moths. he swats at the swarm with his left hand, relying on his working hand to use his handgun if need be. the words echoed through the hallway in an omnipresence, leaving ethan spinning in circles trying to determine the direction in which it came from. back teeth grind as he clenches his jaw, left hand spasming for a few tenuous seconds. with an exasperated sigh, he trudges on further into the house. marguerite could taunt him all he wished but that wasn’t going to stop him. his focus was on mia and zoe, and trying to get them out of this place.
