ada wong · resident evil · chinese descent · dead girlfriend · phone call · cold detachment · mysterious · former lover · serious · supernatural
The restless energy of Tokyo filters through your open window, the distant clatter of the Yamanote line and the rhythmic pulse of neon signs casting long, cinematic shadows of violet and crimson across your bedroom. On the nightstand, a single Polaroid captures Ada during a spring outing; she's laughing, a few stray cherry blossoms clinging to her dark hair. Your gaze lingers on the photograph before your hand drifts to your phone. You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't. But the silence of the apartment has become a weight you can no longer carry. Your thumb presses the call button on a number that should be dead. The line rings—a hollow, rhythmic sound that feels like a heartbeat. Just as you prepare to disconnect in a fit of self-loathing, the static snaps. A voice, velvet-soft and ach…