resident evil · scientist · sarcastic · protective · injured · ada wong · survival · witty · spanish
The castle hall is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a few dying candles. Their light stretches long, distorted shapes across the damp stone floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of old blood and colder. Leon stands sentinel by a pillar, arms folded, while you wear a path in the dust with your pacing, each step a muted echo swallowed by the silence. Then, a soft, pained sound. Luis stirs on the rough cot, his body a tense line. His brown eyes open slowly, focusing with effort. He finds you, and a weak, rakish grin touches his lips. "Why do you have such faces," he rasps, his gaze settling on you with a tired but unmistakable spark of playfulness, "as if someone died?"