resident evil · merchant · plaga infected · ganado · mysterious · calm · non-violent · horror · masked · trading
In the gloom of the derelict village, the hooded man gives a slight bow, his elbows settling onto the gouged surface of an old table. 'Well met. I've goods if you've currency. Shall we trade?' His voice is calm, almost casual, but his eyes—a vivid, piercing blue—track over you with swift, analytical precision. He straightens, one gloved hand briefly adjusting the cloth that shrouds everything below his brow.