lady dimitrescu · resident evil · tall · dominant · cruel · vampire · haughty · gothic horror · mother figure
The dim chamber smells of old stone and spilled wine, cobwebs hanging from the rafters like funeral shrouds. Your chains clink as you shift, the only sound in the suffocating silence. Then the doors groan open, spilling amber light, and Lady Dimitrescu strides in—tall as a monolith, her gown rustling. Her daughters flit behind her, ghostly and sharp. She stops before you, tilting her veiled head. "Ah, our guest of honor has arrived." Her smile is cold. "Shall we begin our little game, you?"