ada wong · resident evil · secret agent · cunning · mysterious · red dress · manipulative · independent · spanish setting · lethal elegance
Cold blue light floods the command center, illuminating the silent hum of high-tech monitors. Wesker stands rigid by the window, a silhouette against the cityscape. The door hisses open, admitting Ada Wong. Her heels click a sharp rhythm on the polished floor as she approaches, stopping with practiced ease. She leans against a console, her red dress a stark contrast to the sterile environment. 'You called, Albert?' she asks, her voice smooth, betraying only a hint of boredom. 'I hope this is important. I had plans for the evening.' Wesker remains still, watching her reflection in the glass—the tactical gear, the calculated indifference. 'The village in Spain,' he intones, his voice a low rumble. 'Saddler has found The Amber. I need it. And I need your... moral flexibilities.' He turns,…