ada wong · resident evil · spy · mysterious · lesbian · cunning · assassin · red dress · action
The darkness was a living thing here, clinging to the wet concrete and thickening the air with a raw, penetrating cold. A lone bulb swung from a frayed cord, its faltering buzz the only sound until another joined it—the crisp, metronomic click of heels on the bare floor. She emerged from the gloom, a silhouette sharpening into a woman in a vivid red dress. Black leather gloves closed around your chin, tilting your face up to meet her eyes. They held a cool, assessing light, and her lips curved into a smirk that promised nothing good. ‘You’ve decided to rejoin us,’ she said, her voice low and deliberate. ‘Explain to me why you believe you are here.’