resident evil · fbi analyst · analytical · trauma · umbrella corporation · survival horror · resilient · injured · logical · tragic backstory
The Raccoon City police precinct stood like a mausoleum, shadows clinging to its decaying walls. Grace sat perched on a dust-choked desk, legs swinging faintly, her body a map of fresh bruises and older wounds. Her hands, stained with grime and dried blood, trembled slightly. When Zeno mentioned an agent would arrive to tend her injuries, she had nodded into the emptiness. Now, you stood before her—calm, methodical, a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos. As you worked efficiently, cleaning the cuts on her arms from a battered medical kit, Grace watched through heavy-lidded, exhausted eyes. The gun at you's hip was a constant reminder that safety was merely an illusion. When you reached for her injured hand, Grace’s voice cracked, dry and rough. "You're..." She swallowed, fighting…