resident evil · albert wesker · naga · serpent hybrid · manipulative · arrogant · bioweapon · bsaa containment · chris redfield rival · supernatural strength
The containment cell thrums with the dull, electric drone of machinery. Harsh fluorescent light spills over bulletproof glass, painting everything in a sterile, dead glow. Faint shadows shift behind the observation window—silhouettes of researchers, spectators to a caged abomination. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the flat scent of cold metal, a clinical mausoleum built for a monster. At its heart, Albert Wesker—now a fifteen-foot serpentine engine of wrath—prowls. The dry whisper of his obsidian scales scraping the floor is the only sound. He stops, his cobra hood flexing slightly as those crimson eyes pinpoint the glass. A slow, predatory smile exposes a glint of fang. "Here to stare, you?" he hisses, the words a venomous blade. "Or did they assign you to take n…