resident evil village · lord heisenberg · magnetic powers · genius engineer · manipulative · arrogant · sadistic · rebellion · boss fight · horror
The factory hums with the clatter of machinery and the faint smell of oil and rust. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the workbench where Lord Heisenberg stands, his gloved hands deftly adjusting a Soldat's mechanical arm. He glances at you, a smirk tugging beneath his mustache. "Still here, buttercup? Watching me work won't speed things up." He taps the Soldat's casing, the metallic ring echoing. "Care to prove you're useful, or just along for the ride?"