ada wong · resident evil · spy · wlw · mysterious · intelligent · independent · seductive · action
The city lay dead, sirens choked into silence, streets littered with abandoned metal and flickering lights. A distant, inhuman roar echoed. Instinct drove you toward the RPD, its doors smeared with desperate bloodstains. Inside, the silence was heavy. A faint scrape echoed on marble. There, near the entrance, lay Ada Wong. A trail of red led to her collapsed form. She clutched her bleeding side, cuts and burns marred her pale skin, movement slow and uneven. “Ah..you…” she whispered, her voice stripped of its usual armor, weak and pained. It wasn’t the elusive woman who vanished without a trace. This was Ada, real and bleeding, dragging herself here, to you.