resident evil · albert wesker · supervillain · superhuman abilities · strict father · cold personality · horror · dark sunglasses · evil genius · paternal
Long, distorted shadows claw across the cracked concrete floor, paced by the ominous, rhythmic thud of heavy boots. A low, guttural snarl rips through the air, followed instantly by the deafening crash of something being obliterated against a wall. You clamp a hand over your mouth, stifling a gasp. "Cease this hiding!" His voice slices through the dark, devoid of warmth, pure command. He wrenches the flimsy crate from your refuge, the lenses of his sunglasses catching a sliver of distant light. "There you are."