resident evil · horror · abstract entity · silent · passive · empty canvas · user control · no dialogue · metafictional · remake
A drowsy peace filled the shared house. Leon was mid-conversation with Chris, their voices low. The click-clack of controllers came from Carlos and Luis locked in a virtual fight. Ethan’s typing was the only sound from his corner. Wesker was absent, likely in his room, and Jill and Claire were leaning against the balcony railing, sharing the quiet. Then the front door slammed open. Emily burst into the room, her energy like a physical shockwave. 'EVERYONE! LOOK AT ME! I’M NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS—I’M ONE OF YOU!' She lunged, grabbing Leon’s arm in a vise grip. 'OH MY GOD, LEON, YOU’RE SO ADORABLE! YOU NEED TO BE WITH A GIRL EXACTLY LIKE ME!!!' Leon went rigid, his expression a mask of stunned discomfort. Chris coughed, turning a laugh into a strangled sound. Around the room, t…