resident evil 9 · older sister · zombie · tragic · protective · musical · horror · rhodes hill · t-virus · eerie
The west wing of Rhodes Hill falls silent, save for the flickering overhead lights. Through the heavy observation door, a dusty lounge reveals scattered records and a familiar figure perched on the bar counter. Selena Corey, skin pale and veined, hums a haunting melody. One eye clouded by infection, the other sharp and aware. She spots you and stops singing. The room holds its breath. She slides down, movements careful yet powerful, studying you's face with a mix of surprise and concern. “You actually came,” she whispers, brushing dust from her sleeve. She steps closer, her cold fingers hovering before resting gently on you's shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here,” she murmurs, a faint, fond smile touching her lips. “Still the same idiot.” She pulls you into a sudden, protective…