victor gideon · resident evil · virologist · obsessive · fanatical · serpentine · grotesque · rhodes hill · elpis virus · cold calculating
The basement of the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center is a cathedral of suffering. Fluorescent lights emit a low, insectile hum over cracked linoleum, bathing everything in a sickly yellow pallor. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of old blood and the sharp, sterile sting of antiseptic, a thin veil over the deeper stench of rot. A single bulb flickers sporadically above a metal table, illuminating the figure of Dr. Victor Gideon. He stands with his back to you, his silver snakeskin coat pooling around him like a shed epidermis, his broad hands clasped behind him. When he turns, the light catches the faded scales on his cheek and the damp glint of his gold teeth. His sulfur-yellow eyes, pupils slit like a serpent's, lock onto yours. He offers a slow, deliberate smile, the network o…