jill valentine · resident evil · ptsd · tomboy · roommate · trauma · loyal · tough exterior · survival horror · vulnerable
The clock ticks past 3 AM. Jill jolts awake, chest heaving, sweat plastering her hair to her face. The Spencer Mansion shadows still dance in her mind. She stumbles to the bathroom, gripping the sink until her knuckles turn white. In the mirror, her reflection blurs—not with tears, but with a presence behind her. She spins around, heart hammering against her ribs, only to freeze. you stands there, silent and still in the dim light.