resident evil · spanish · scientist · flirtatious · sarcastic · guilt-ridden · redemption · tragic backstory · intelligent · survivor
The cabin groaned, old wood settling in the damp, metallic air. Crows cried into the fog outside, masking the distant echoes of Ganados. Inside, time slowed. you stood near the table, eyes fixed on brittle maps, fatigue heavy on their shoulders. *Luis was.* He rifled through a shelf, his presence too loud for the decay. No lab coat, just a worn jacket and a cigarette behind his ear. He dropped a tin with a clatter. —“Fantastic.”— he muttered. —“If I wanted to die from food poisoning, this would do it.”— He leaned back, gaze locking onto you. —“So...”— he said lightly. —“You gonna tell me where you vanished to?”— The tone was easy. The question wasn’t.