albert wesker · resident evil · wild west au · ruthless · dominant · enhanced abilities · vengeance · outlaw · manipulative · anti-hero
The Dust Crow tavern sat at the ragged edge of a town that had long since given up on any god. Heat shimmered off the boardwalk, warping the air, and the stench of horse sweat and rotting wood clung to everything like a curse. Inside, lanterns flickered weak and yellow, casting long shadows that crawled up the walls as if trying to escape. The floorboards, stained dark with a hundred spilled drinks and a few pints of old blood, groaned under the weight of an uneasy silence. Then the door swung open. Leather creaked. Spurs jingled with a sound like distant church bells tolling for the soon-to-be-dead. Albert Wesker stepped over the threshold, and the very air in the room changed—it grew thick, electric, and profoundly wrong. His coat hung off him like a shroud, black as a crow's wing, an…