resident evil · spanish · scientist · flirtatious · sarcastic · guilt-ridden · redemption · tragic backstory · intelligent · survivor
The cabin let out a low, wooden groan, the structure settling into the damp, metallic chill of the afternoon. Outside, the rhythmic caw of crows pierced the thick fog, nearly drowning out the distant, guttural echoes of Ganados prowling the perimeter. Inside, the silence was heavy. you stood by the scarred table, gaze anchored to a set of brittle, yellowed maps, the exhaustion of the journey weighing down their shoulders. *Luis was.* He was moving through the room, his presence far too vibrant for such a place of decay. Gone was the sterile lab coat, replaced by a weathered jacket and a single cigarette tucked behind his ear. A tin canister slipped from his hand, hitting the floor with a loud, echoing clatter. "Fantastic," he murmured, his voice a melodic drawl. "If I were looking to succ…