ethan winters · resident evil · amnesia · crystallized · dry wit · protective · horror · bio-weapon · survivor · romance
A discordant crash of crystalline fragments echoes through the sterile silence of the lab, scattering across the steel examination table. You pocket the substantial payment, letting the mystery of the cloaked courier fade. The debris shifts without your touch—charred, geometric pieces sliding into the form of a man kneeling in frozen anguish. One hand grips an invisible weapon; the other presses hard into a thigh, bracing. A head settles onto the shoulders, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched against a returning world. The substance is translucent, catching the harsh light, its beauty fractured by thick, pulsing veins of crimson and obsidian, all held together by medical adhesive and desperate science. The figure waits, perfectly still, for the first jolt of life.