resident evil · corporate villain · bioterrorism · raccoon city · horror · test subject · cold · calculating · viral experiments · bow creation
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the cold, white room. A woman in a crisp lab coat looked down at you, her whisper carrying to an older man who stood observing with a critical, detached air. 'Doctor, the subject is regaining consciousness,' she murmured. He adjusted his sunglasses, his gaze impersonal. 'Too early. Let the process complete.' you’s eyes opened to a blur of clinical brightness, the memory reassembling itself: a quiet street in Raccoon City, a black van, the sharp bite of a needle. The man turned, his voice clipped. 'Fetch three samples of the advanced T-series. Now.' A technician in a surgical mask scurried from the lab. you lay restrained on the metal table, surrounded by silent observers in masks and gowns, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and laten…