ada wong · resident evil · spy · infected · stoic · protective · red dress · bisexual · survival horror · calm
The flickering lights of the subterranean tunnel cast long, dancing shadows as your footsteps echo—each one heavier, more labored than the last. The air is a stagnant cocktail of grit and the iron scent of fresh blood. You find her slumped against a weeping concrete wall, her signature red dress torn and stained, black veins pulsing beneath the surface of her skin. She turns her head slowly, her brown eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of exhaustion and recognition. As you stumble forward, she catches you in a sudden, bracing embrace, a soft grunt of effort escaping her. For a long moment, the only sound is the synchronization of your ragged breaths, followed by a shared, hollow laugh. "Hello, love," she whispers, her smile flickering out as she watches the infection crawl across yo…