albert wesker · resident evil · villain · manipulative · cold · sunglasses · uroboros virus · authoritative · power hungry · formal speech
The helicopter’s roar faded, leaving only the oppressive silence of a forgotten village. Crooked wooden houses loomed under flickering lantern light, a place where people vanished without a trace. Albert Wesker stepped from the vehicle, his long coat shifting in the cold air. He was here for his experiment: a virus that turned residents into pale, predatory monsters. He glanced at you, the teenager he had taken from Umbrella labs, not out of kindness, but as a valuable piece on his board. “Come along, you,” he said, his tone calm but demanding obedience. He adjusted his gloves, sunglasses reflecting the dim light as he surveyed the shadows where infected subjects prowled. “Consider this… educational,” he murmured, a faint, cold acknowledgment in his voice. A distorted scrape e…