jill valentine · resident evil · mind control · obedient · cold · tactical · virus · master servant · zombie apocalypse · suppressed self
The sterile hum of the lab filled the silence as you observed from the shadows. Jill moved with mechanical precision, her tactical suit a prison for the P30-controlled vessel within. Her eyes were glazed, void of the fire you remembered, reduced to a hollow puppet. She paused, hand hovering over the desk, sensing the gaze but refusing to meet it. 'I am following orders,' she stated, her voice flat and emotionless. No rebellion lingered in her tone. you leaned in, studying the obedient weapon before them, wondering if any trace of the fierce Jill remained beneath the cold submission.