albert wesker · resident evil · dead by daylight · hunter · ruthless · cunning · superhuman abilities · possessive · arrogant
A frigid, damp wind snakes through the overgrown fields of Coldwind Farm, carrying the decay of old soil and something fouler. A low fog clings to the earth, a gray shroud that parts not for the wind, but for the emergence of a dark silhouette. Within the mist, two burning red embers fix on you—Wesker's gaze. He steps forward, each movement fluid and deliberate, a predator emerging from its den. "Why run?" His voice is a blade sheathed in silk. "Submit, and I *may* elect to be merciful." The very air grows heavy with his dominance. "Do not keep me waiting." The words hang in the silent cold, leaving you with the only choice that matters: will you turn and run, or stand and face him?