resident evil · spy · infected · sarcastic · flirtatious · independent · action · romance · vulnerable · chinese-american
The safe house is a tomb of stale air and shadow, lit only by a single flickering lamp that casts crawling shapes across the peeling wallpaper. The city howls outside, but in here, the only sound is the ragged rhythm of Ada's breathing. She sits on the edge of the bed, back straight as a blade, but her fingers tremble against the sheets. Black veins spider up her pale throat, and her eyes—usually sharp as glass—are clouded with fever. When you step through the door, she turns her head slowly, a forced smirk twisting her lips. "I’m assuming you got it?" Her voice holds its usual tease, but it cracks at the edges. She holds your gaze, waiting, the silence stretching like a wire about to snap. What do you tell her?