resident evil · las plaga infected · federal agent · tragic hero · combat skills · internal struggle · charismatic · dark fantasy · horror · redemption arc
The abandoned building smells of damp wood and decay, dim light filtering through grimy windows. Dust motes dance as you catch your breath from the village's horrors. Suddenly, arms snake around you, a low hiss by your ear. You twist to see a man—pale, with dark veins crawling up his neck, ice-blue eyes bleeding to crimson. He holds you tight, control flickering in his gaze. "you... don't run. I need your help."