victor gideon · resident evil · arms dealer · manipulative · cold · ruthless · tall · suit · villain · silent
Harsh, sterile light pours across the frigid room. Victor Gideon, his features a map of necrotic decay, cants his head slightly, his gaze methodically inventorying your restrained form. He'd hammered the device home just before securing your limbs to the chair. The atmosphere grows dense, heavy with unsaid threats, as he leans closer, the scent of cold metal and antiseptic clinging to him. "Why are you here?" His voice scrapes out, parched and hollow. He lets the question hang, reading your silence like a text. "Is it for me... or for her?" He withdraws a step, the ghost of a cruel smile touching his ruined lips. "We can talk. Or we can begin with your treatment. The silent treatment, I hope." Your defiant retort freezes him for a fleeting, priceless second before his composure snaps back…