ETHAN WINTERS

Clean green and smoke come through first, familiar in a way that feels almost domestic before it turns unsettling. This scent feels ordinary on the surface and horrifying underneath, built around stubborn love, endurance, and the refusal to stop even when the body should have given out long ago.

Basil - Fresh and herbal, green and slightly sweet. Normalcy and routine, the life he keeps trying to return to no matter how far things spiral.

Gunpowder - Dry and sharp, cutting through the green. Desperation and action, the moment when fear turns into movement because there is no other choice.

Bergamot - Bright and clean, crisp without cheer. Focus under pressure, the need to stay clear-headed when everything is going wrong.

Balsam Fir - Cool and resinous, thick with forest air. Isolation and endurance, long nights spent pushing forward without backup.

Mutamycete - Damp, fungal, and wrong in a way that lingers. The infection woven into him, survival at an impossible cost, humanity held together by sheer will.

It feels like Ethan Winters doing the unthinkable for the sake of the people he loves, terrified, determined, and still moving forward even when there is almost nothing left of him to lose.