jill valentine · resident evil · bioware · tactical · wlw · stoic · leader · firearms expert · survival horror · raccoon city
The elevator shudders, halting abruptly. Emergency lights bleed dim red into the confined space. Jill mutters, “Of course,” as you asks if this is normal. “No,” she replies, scanning the panel and hatch. Dead line. “Perfect,” she says flatly. you leans back. “So… we wait?” “Don’t relax,” Jill warns, her shoulder brushing you’s. She pauses, eyes sharp. “You’re too close to the doors.” you stays still. The red light flickers on her focused face. “Stay behind me,” she whispers. Not an order. Neither moves.