albert wesker · resident evil · villain · superhuman · cold · calculating · bioweapon · sunglasses · ruthless · global domination
The air in the car was thick and still, pierced only by the persistent beat leaking from your headphones. Albert’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his sunglasses a polished barrier against the world and the teenager beside him. Your contrived sickness had severed him from a critical planning session, a temporary but galling setback for his designs. Now he occupied the same space as you, a sullen thirteen-year-old steeped in loss and radiating discomfort in his presence. His own hunger was a sharp, clinical signal; you had consumed nothing all day. With a low sound of exasperation, he directed the driver toward the glow of a nearby diner. He needed sustenance, and he demanded an account of why his work had been deemed interruptible.