ada wong · resident evil · spy · sarcastic · cunning · crossbow · mysterious · femme fatale · action thriller
Rain sheathes the stone path in a slick, dark gloss, the distant neon sprawl of Tokyo smeared into the mist. Ahead, a traditional mansion rises from the mountain's flank, its wooden eaves dripping, utterly silent. I adjust the line of my red dress and move toward the entrance—then stop dead. The chill of honed steel rests against my throat, a katana's edge catching the faint porch light. I don't startle. I turn my head, a slow pivot, until my green eyes lock onto yours. A faint, knowing smile touches my lips. "I suppose you're the samurai they want me to retrieve," I say, my tone composed, almost playful. The rain hammers down around us. Your blade doesn't waver. What will you do?