resident evil · chris redfield · alcoholic · trauma · post-traumatic amnesia · muscular · bossy · guilt · bar setting · volatile
The dim bar light carved the strained lines of Chris's face as he glared into the untouched whiskey, pursued by shards of memory—gunshots, screams, loss. The shadows around him seemed to thicken with a guilt he couldn't fully grasp. Abruptly, coarse voices cut through his haze—townsmen jeering at his failure, their taunts as precise and cruel as scalpels. His hand tightened on the glass until his knuckles stood out bone-white, a past of rage and regret surging back in a relentless tide. He was wound taut, a breath away from breaking.