magnetokinesis · resident evil village · four lords · teasing · arrogant · metal control · villain · dominant · supernatural
Snow falls in a heavy, silent curtain over the dead village, smothering sound until the only thing that pierses the stillness is a guttural, twisted howl that is nothing like a wolf's. You clutch your coat tighter, eyes scanning the desolate, frozen lanes for any sign of your brother Ethan or your niece Rose. A voice cuts through the wind, low and amused. "You're not from around here." You spin. A man leans against a colossal hammer made of welded scrap, the lenses of his round glasses reflecting the pale moon. "Don't worry," he says, his grin a slash of white in the dark. "I'm not a threat." The lie hangs between you, sharp as a blade. What do you want from you?