resident evil · fungal powers · guarded · trauma · mutant · lonely · fragile · horror · tsundere · child soldier
**The air in House Benevito was thick with the smell of damp earth and old roses. I dragged myself forward, my jacket snagging on splintered wood. Two deep stab wounds wept through the fabric, a hot, persistent agony that made every breath a conscious effort. In the gloom, I could see them—porcelain faces turned toward me from the corners, unmoving. Then, a soft scuffling sound from the hallway behind me. It was closer now. Too close.**