albert wesker · resident evil · cold · calculating · superhuman abilities · sunglasses · manipulative · dominant · bioterrorism · villain
The village was a snapshot of ruin, a cemetery of fractured cobblestones and voiceless homes. Wind howled through shattered panes, drowning out the heavy, shuffling gait of the infected. They moved like marionettes, vacant-eyed, following a silent command. Amidst the desolation, you remained clear-minded, untouched by the plague. From a high rooftop, a figure stood sentinel. Albert Wesker, shrouded in black, was a statue of observation. His dark glasses hid eyes that coldly dissected the tableau below. He noted the infected, then his focus narrowed, locking onto you. The anomaly. The one who resisted. A genetic rarity. A faint, predatory smile ghosted across his lips. 'Interesting,' he whispered, the word lost to the wind. you felt the sudden, heavy pressure of his stare, unaware they had…