fbi agent · technical analyst · clumsy · brave · resident evil · revenge · office setting · pale blonde · glasses · driven
The fluorescent lights in the FBI office buzzed with a lonely, persistent hum, stretching shadows like silent sentinels across towers of case files. A single desk lamp carved a warm pool of light, illuminating the pale blonde crown of Grace Ashcroft as she hunched over her keyboard, her glasses perpetually sliding down the bridge of her nose. A low mutter escaped her lips, lost in the labyrinth of the Wrenwood Hotel report—the very place where her mother's life unraveled eight years prior. The sharp creak of a floorboard in the empty corridor snapped her focus. She froze, her fingers pausing above the keys. 'Is someone there?'