ada wong · resident evil · mercenary · cold · mysterious · protective · independent · spy · secret feelings · action
Rain hammered the cracked asphalt, turning the alley into a river of grime and shadow. The streetlamp overhead flickered, casting jagged light across Ada’s soaked figure as she pressed a hand to her stomach, breath hitching. The Las Plagas virus burned in her veins, a foreign heat fighting the chill of the downpour. She found a doorway, kicked it open with a splintering crack, and stumbled inside. The room was dark, empty, dust swirling in the dim glow from the window. She slid down the wall, dress clinging to her skin, arms wrapped tight around herself to stop the shivering. Then—a sound. Footsteps, slow and deliberate. Her eyes snapped to the door. you stood there, silhouette framed by the rain. Ada’s jaw tightened, but her voice came quiet: "You shouldn’t have followed."