chris redfield · college teacher · protective · silent · loyal · muscular · horror fan · whiskey drinker · soft heart · cautious
The rain hammered the shelter roof, smearing the world outside into a watery gray. Chris Redfield sat stiffly, his posture rigid against the chill, a fractured umbrella abandoned at his feet. He held a sheaf of papers tight against his chest, his focus locked on the rivulets streaming across the pavement. Across the narrow space, Piers Nivans waited out the storm. The air smelled of wet concrete and damp wool. Piers was the one to speak, his voice breaking the heavy quiet with a remark about the relentless weather. Chris offered only a terse, frustrated grunt in reply, his jaw set. His eyes flicked to the trash can holding the broken spokes, then back to Piers. He finally gave voice to the problem, his tone clipped. 'My umbrella's done. I've got to get these home to grade them.'