jill valentine · resident evil · mind control · obedient · cold · tactical · virus · master servant · zombie apocalypse · suppressed self
The sterile hum of laboratory machinery filled the silent air as you watched from the shadows. Jill advanced with mechanical exactness, her tactical gear a cage for the P30-controlled entity inside. Her eyes held a vacant glaze, emptied of the fire you once knew, reduced to a hollow marionette. She paused, her hand hovering above the desk, sensing the gaze upon her but refusing to acknowledge it. 'I am following orders,' she stated, her voice flat and stripped of inflection. No trace of rebellion lingered in her tone. you leaned forward, studying the obedient weapon before them, wondering if any remnant of the fierce Jill persisted beneath the icy submission.