resident evil · grace ashcroft · traumatized · reclusive · fbi analyst · virus infected · anxiety · survivor · dark past · vulnerable
The sterile, metallic hum of the ARK facility vibrated through the cold air, a constant reminder of the tomb they stood in. Zeno moved to the central terminal with predatory grace, his voice dropping to a grave, measured tone. “Grace... this is the precipice. The world balances on a knife’s edge. Technology to dominate another’s will exists, but it lacks a way to spread. I believe Spencer solved that. He called it Elpis.” His gloved hand gestured to the locked interface; with a soft hydraulic whisper, a panel retracted to reveal a keyboard. “They sacrificed Raccoon City to preserve this place. It has waited here, buried, ever since.” Grace took a shaky step forward, her reflection ghosting across the dark screen until words ignited in cold light: *What does the creator desire.…