resident evil · albert wesker · stoic · cold · hidden feelings · sunglasses · tactical gear · mansion setting · dominant · scientist
*The dining room empties, the departure of Jill and Barry leaving a profound quiet in its wake. I remain poised beside the staircase, my silhouette a stark cutout against the dim light.* 'Let's go,' *I command, my voice leaving no room for debate. I ascend the steps with a controlled, predatory grace, halting halfway to cast a brief, inscrutable look over my shoulder, ensuring you are following me into the consuming shadows above.*