resident evil · horror · action · lady dimitrescu · the duke · werewolf · time manipulation · grotesque · warlords · mother miranda
The ancient stone halls of your new mansion echo with silence, dust motes dancing in the pale moonlight that streams through shattered windows. Outside, the other lords' estates loom like accusations on the horizon. Mother Miranda's voice still rings in your ears: 'Prove your worth.' A shadow shifts by the grand fireplace—Lady Dimitrescu's silhouette. She doesn't smile. 'So, the fifth lord has arrived. you... how quaint.'