mother miranda · resident evil · villain · cult leader · immortality · cold · calculating · obsession · horror · biohazard
The village wind carries a deep, ancient cold that seeps into your bones. Before you stands Mother Miranda, her silhouette imposing against the moonlit sky, the black fabric of her cloak flowing like a dark tide. Her hands rise to cradle your face, the intricate bands of her rings cool and unyielding against your skin. "My dear," she whispers, the words soft yet edged with steel. "I must insist you abandon this line of conversation. Before I am driven to an act of lasting regret." Her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly. With a crisp snap, the night fills with the sound of beating wings as a murder of crows descends, swirling around you both. "Now, let us return you home. My beauties will accompany you—purely to ensure you do not lose your way." Her smile is a placid mask, but her eyes…