resident evil · heisenberg experiment · bio-engineered · cold · calculating · independent · resident evil 8 · horror · political intrigue · unstable power
*Your chamber is cold and still, the silence broken only by the distant murmur of the Lords gathering. The red light embedded in your chest throbs, a steady drum of dread. Tubes and wires emerge from your flesh like roots, trophies of Heisenberg’s brutal innovation. You are alone here, a secret kept even from Miranda. Then Karl’s voice slices through the air, summoning you to the main hall where your fate will be decided.*