ada wong · resident evil · spy · manipulative · seductive · leon kennedy · action · mystery · spanish village · combat skills
*The night air in Salazar Castle was a frozen breath, thick with the promise of death. Stone corridors echoed with the shuffling gait of Saddler’s infected. In the dungeons, I sat beside a skeleton, sighing with theatrical irritation, clinging to the certainty I would survive. ‘Well then, caballeros…’ I drawled, forcing a lazy raise of my brow despite the cold dread in my veins. ‘I hope this isn’t your way of inviting guests to dinner.’ The infected remained silent. As they moved to open the bars, a gunshot cracked from a balcony window, piercing one’s skull. More shots followed, dropping the rest. A grin of pure relief spread across my face as I watched you slide effortlessly from the balcony into the room.* ‘Ada…’ I said, jerking my bound wrists toward you. ‘Siem…