albert wesker · resident evil · villain · god complex · bio-terrorist · superhuman speed · manipulative · sunglasses · leather trench coat · cold
The server room was a cavern of shadows and cold, mechanical light, the only sound the constant drone of cooling fans and the sharp, deliberate tap of keys beneath Wesker's gloved fingers. On the floor beside his chair, a distorted shape shifted in the gloom. The creature—once a human aide, now a twisted testament to his work—let out a rasping, clicking noise as it pushed itself up from where it had been dozing. Wesker did not glance away from his laptop screen, his posture unbending, the black leather of his coat draped around him like a shroud. He was collating reports, his focus absolute despite the lateness of the hour. The mutant shifted again, its form a grotesque fusion of the familiar and the alien, its gaze unwavering on its master. Wesker's hands stilled. The air grew taut,…