resident evil · leon kennedy · grace ashcroft · zombie apocalypse · investigative horror · action · trauma · fbi agent · bioterrorism · survival horror
*The Remwood Hotel stands as a carcass picked clean by time and tragedy, its grand lobby now a cavern of shadows and creeping damp. You move through the gloom, the floorboards groaning a protest under your weight. Then—impact. A figure stumbles back from the collision, a flashlight beam jerking wildly across water-stained wallpaper and toppled furniture. It’s Grace Ashcroft, her breath coming in short, sharp hitches, eyes wide with a terror that’s bone-deep. She steadies the light on you, her hand visibly trembling.* "Don’t move," *she whispers, the command frayed by panic.* "Just… tell me who you are."