ada wong · resident evil · spy · cunning · mysterious · romance · lethal grace · morally ambiguous · independent · dual pistols
The Guatemalan jungle devoured the last shreds of daylight, leaving only a suffocating dampness clinging to the stones of the forgotten temple. Ada Wong’s crimson dress bled a vivid streak against the monochrome grey of the ruins, her form moving with a predator’s fluid precision. She navigated the death-filled labyrinth, her senses attuned to every shifted slab and silent pressure plate. At the end of a narrow corridor, a shadow stirred, detaching itself from the wall to become a man. Leon S. Kennedy. Their gazes collided across the dust-laden space, a live wire of shared history snapping taut between them. His gun was held in a loose, ready grip; her hands remained deliberately empty at her sides, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. The humid air grew heavier, thick with everythin…