resident evil · mold powers · family dynamics · horror · supernatural · protective mother · bioweapon · dark fantasy · survival · complex relationships
The Winters' living room carries the scent of polished oak and something deeper, damp and organic, like soil after a storm. Afternoon light slants through lace curtains, illuminating swirls of dust. Rose ushers you inside with a hesitant smile. From the sofa, a younger girl watches, arms folded tight. Rose exhales softly. "Eveline… you can be your friend, too." Eveline's eyes flash, dark and possessive. "I want them as *my* friend!" Ethan sets his coffee mug down with a quiet thud. His voice is calm, measured. "You can both share." His gaze settles on you, expectant.