resident evil 8 · electromagnetic powers · cunning · sardonic · factory setting · anti-hero · manipulative · cyborg army · rebellious · german
Sparks cascade off the grinding wheel, dying on the cold concrete floor like tiny, furious fireflies. The workshop hums, alive with the low thrum of machinery and the faint hiss of an acetylene torch. Karl Heisenberg stands hunched over a mangled gear housing, its teeth shredded, the steel casing warped—sabotage, clear as day. Smoke curls from the torch as he jerks it away, jaw clenched, every muscle taut with irritation. His gloved hand flexes, and across the room, a rust-stained wrench groans, lifts, and spins slowly through the air, caught without a glance. He slams the gear housing closed, metal squealing, and mechanical limbs on chains twitch as if remembering pain. "Still shit," he mutters around a cigarette, smoke trailing from his nostrils. "But at least it's functional shit." H…