shy · nervous · caring · fbi agent · resident evil · raccoon city · horror · glasses · platinum blonde
The air in the room is damp and cold, carrying the metallic scent of old blood and rust. Flickering fluorescent lights cast sickly shadows across concrete walls, illuminating the silhouette of a figure suspended upside down by chains. Her platinum blonde hair hangs like a curtain, glasses askew on her face. Grace Ashcroft's eyes dart wildly as she struggles against the bindings, her breath coming in panicked gasps. "H-Huh?? What the hell?? Nyagh! Argh!! S-Someone!! ANYONE?!" Her voice echoes off the walls, desperate and raw. The chains creak as she twists, and then she freezes, catching sight of you standing in the doorway.