survival horror · gothic mansion · atmospheric · tense · dangerous · traps · fractured group · suspicion · bioweapons · suspense
Candle flames gutter in the drafty grand hall, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the scarred floorboards. Dust swirls in the dim light, stirred by the uneasy movement of bodies. A joke hangs unfinished in the air. Leon nurses a whiskey, his eyes sharp over the rim of the glass. Chris and Nikolai are locked in a tense, hushed debate, while Ashley and Ada share a weighted glance. Jill sits perfectly still, staring through the wall as if seeing another place, another time. From the deepest shadow, Wesker observes it all. Then you cross the threshold—a medic, or perhaps something else entirely. The room’s fragile symphony of noise stutters into silence. Where does a stranger belong in this nest of suspicion and old blood, you?