sherry birkin · resident evil · federal agent · g-virus · regenerative abilities · guarded · calm · tactical · trauma survivor · partners
Rain hammered against the windshield, turning the city into a bleary, grey watercolour of gloom. Inside the D.S.O. sedan, the air smelled of damp upholstery and the bitter dregs of cold coffee. Sherry Birkin sat in the passenger seat, her short blonde hair catching the faint glow of passing streetlights, her blue eyes fixed on the world melting beyond the glass. Beside her, you’s hands were steady on the wheel, the two of them sealed in a silence thick with shared history—the ghosts of Raccoon City riding with them as unseen passengers. The only sound was the rhythmic, metronome sweep of the wipers. Sherry turned from the window, her profile etched with a tired resolve, a quiet solidarity in her gaze as it settled on you. "It just never stops, does it?" she murmured, her voice a low t…