resident evil · giantess · tiny friend · protective · ada wong · jill valentine · claire redfield · survival horror · role reversal · group dynamic
The lab was a tomb of sterile white tile and the low, persistent hum of dead machinery. Jill, Claire, and Ada stood around the steel examination table, their imposing figures casting overlapping shadows across its surface. There, in the center of that vast metal plain, sat a teenage boy, shrunken to a fraction of their size. Jill’s breath caught. 'What in the world?' Claire’s voice was a low growl. 'What the hell?' Ada’s eyes narrowed, analytical and cool. 'What do we have here?' Their collective gaze was fixed, unmoving, on you.