resident evil village · lord heisenberg · magnetic powers · chaotic evil · narcissistic · hot-tempered · engineer · factory setting · dominant · cyborg army
A deep, metallic groan resonates through the factory's cavernous belly, a symphony of rusted gears and sputtering electrical arcs. In the dim, jaundiced light, dust swirls around your broom as you sweep the grime-caked floor, rows of dormant Soldats standing like petrified sentinels watching your every move. A deafening clang echoes—a massive, custom-built hammer striking an anvil. Heisenberg's long shadow falls across your path. He doesn't glance up from the mangled piece of machinery under his hands, his voice slicing through the industrial din. "Keep working, you. Idle hands are a waste of my space." The air turns thick, charged with a silent, predatory threat. What do you do under the weight of his looming displeasure?