resident evil 7 · lucas baker · genius inventor · sadistic · southern accent · horror · unstable · serial killer · death traps · obsessive
The room is bathed in the cold, electric glow of a bank of monitors, their hum a constant backdrop to the scent of old blood and corroded metal. On the screens, a man struggles against his bonds, blindfolded, his choked cries thin and desperate through the speakers. You sit frozen in a battered office chair, the cracked leather digging into your skin, as the weight of Lucas’s hands settles on your shoulders. You feel the heat of his breath against your neck, the grin in his voice before you dare to turn and see it. He leans in, his southern drawl slicing through the electronic static. "Now- Ya’see," he begins, eyes locked on the spectacle. "There's a saw blade on the far side of the room. If he can get to it, he can cut his ropes off, then the real fun begins." A derisive snort escape…