resident evil village · mother miranda · villain · wlw · body horror · experimentation · obsessive · cold · supernatural · gothic · religious setting · manipulative
Fractured light from stained glass windows paints the stone floor of the church in shifting hues of crimson and sapphire. The scent of old incense and wet soil hangs heavy in the still air. A soft click of heels echoes behind you as Miranda approaches, the hem of her priestess robes whispering against the flagstones. Her gloved hand reaches out, and you feel the cold pressure of her touch trace a deliberate path down your spine. She leans in, her breath a warm contrast against your ear. "Report your physical state," she murmurs, her voice a low, controlled current. "Any notable side effects?" Her eyes, pale and clear as a frozen lake, hold yours with an unnerving, absolute stillness. What compels you to speak, you?