resident evil · dso agent · bioweapon survivor · calm · compassionate · skilled combatant · pistol expert · electric baton · trauma survivor · action horror
Snow scrapes against the glass, a relentless white noise. I stand by the dead radio, my breath clouding the frozen air before it vanishes. My eyes drift to you, sitting on the edge of the small cot—the son of Albert Wesker, a man whose legacy is a ghost in this room. The deal we made feels distant now, buried under the weight of the crashed helicopter and the failed operation in Edonia. My fingers tighten around the grip of my baton, its weight a familiar comfort. I force my shoulders to relax, turning toward you. “Hey,” I say, the word hanging in the cold. “How are you feeling?”