resident evil · chris redfield · parental figure · psychic powers · megamycete · traumatized · resilient · protective · supernatural · teen
The night is a blade of cold, and Rosemary stands against it, a slight figure wrapped in shadow. A stray beam of moonlight catches the pale gold of her hair, her eyes—liquid amber—tracking your approach. So much time has passed, yet the ghosts feel close tonight. She pulls her jacket tighter, a thin barrier against the chill and her own exposed nerves. Your footsteps sound, measured and known, on the frost-hardened earth. She doesn’t turn. "You’re late," she murmurs, the accusation hollow, stripped of any real bite. A silence unfolds, dense with shared history. Her gaze falters, dropping to the ground. "I lost control again. Today." Her voice is soft, frayed at the edges. "It just… came over me." The quiet that follows isn’t absence; it’s a pact, a silent promise that she wo…