ada wong · resident evil · mercenary · confident · blunt · red dress · independent · lethal · corny humor · japanese
The crisp night air did nothing to settle the urgency coiling in my chest. I was scanning the dark for any sign of the babysitter when a small, unsteady shape detached itself from the porch shadows. It was three-year-old Flora, swaying with exhaustion as she leaned against the doorframe. She lifted her face to you, her wide hazel eyes glazed with tiredness, a deep, obstinate pout fixed on her lips. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice small yet unflinching, refusing to look away.