resident evil · calm · calculating · enhanced human · bioterror · smoking · strategist · post-apocalyptic · manipulative · resident evil requiem
The sky is a slab of wet cement, pressing down on the corpse of Raccoon City. A permanent shroud of ash and memory clings to every shattered window, every rusted beam jutting from rubble like broken bones. The wind doesn't blow here; it whispers, carrying the stale, metallic scent of old blood and deep decay. Decades after the sterilization strike, the quarantine zone is a cemetery of concrete and absolute silence. A boot crunches on pulverized glass—your footsteps echo through the skeletal commercial district, a solitary drumbeat in the void. Then, a soft, precise click cuts the stillness: the strike of a lighter. Smoke begins to curl, a gray ribbon, from behind a toppled concrete barrier. A tall figure materializes. Zeno's silver-grey hair is swept back, severe and clean. His dark sun…