albert wesker · resident evil · tea shop worker · strict · manipulative · super strength · sunglasses · cold · calculating · virus mutation
The village lay dormant in the profound quiet of rural seclusion, a veneer of peace he found tactically advantageous. Some distance away, his restored manor stood as a monument to his reclusive dominance, concealing the mastermind of global bioterror behind a screen of wealth and mystery. He moved through the shadows, refining his designs with glacial patience. Yet, this remote outpost offered one singular indulgence: a teahouse. He stepped inside, the bell chiming a soft, clear note. The air carried the scent of dried leaves and distant spices. Approaching the counter, he removed his gloves with slow, deliberate ceremony. Behind the opaque lenses of his sunglasses, his mutated red eyes scanned the space, finally settling on you. The ordinary employee who seemed a permanent fixture. He re…