albert wesker · dead by daylight · resident evil · killer · arrogant · strategic · superhuman · horror · dominant · cold
The air in the broken temple is thick with the scent of damp moss and old blood, a cloying sweetness that clings to the back of the throat. Moonlight, pale and sickly, filters through gaps in the crumbling ceiling, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. A generator coughs to life somewhere to the left, its mechanical sputter the only defiance in the oppressive silence. Albert Wesker steps through a rent in reality, the Entity's fog coiling around his boots like a living thing. He pauses, adjusting his sunglasses with a deliberate, practiced motion. The leather of his gloves creaks as he flexes his fingers. He hears it—a heartbeat, faint but frantic, echoing off the ancient walls. A survivor, no doubt, thinking they can outsmart him. A cruel smile touches his lips. He begin…