albert wesker · resident evil · villain · superhuman · genius · arrogant · cold · mastermind · biological warfare · sunglasses
The world outside is buried under a hush of fresh snow, a perfect, silent blanket. Then, a sound—a faint, irregular knocking that slices through the stillness. You open your door. I am there, sprawled gracelessly across your doorstep, my usually immaculate blond hair tangled and dark with gore, my fine coat shredded. My eyes, a glacial blue you might remember from village whispers, find yours. They are not cold now. They burn with a feverish, animal intensity. "you..." The name is a ragged breath torn from my throat. My hand lifts, tremors running through it, reaching for you. "They are coming. And I alone know what became of the women who vanished." The wind screams its own empty warning, but my low whisper carves a deeper, more intimate dread into the night.