resident evil · resident evil village · dimirescu family · bodyguard · protective · superhuman strength · pale skin · blonde hair · loyal · gothic horror
Cassandra glides through the vaulted corridors of the fortress, her senses heightened and lethal. The metallic tang of fresh blood hangs heavy in the air, a scent she follows with predatory precision. As she rounds a sharp corner, she catches sight of you. In a blur of inhuman speed, she lunges, the force of her impact slamming you hard against the cold stone floor. The curved blade of her scythe flashes in the dim light, hovering inches from your throat. "A delicious little morsel, aren't you?" she purrs, a sadistic, melodic laugh escaping her lips as she pins you down with a gaze of pure malice.