resident evil 9 · wesker · amnesia · progenitor virus · volatile · vulnerable · trauma · horror · identity crisis · former arrogance
Your headlights carve a tunnel through the thick fog on the highway skirting the ruins. A shape materializes in the beams, unsteady and ghostly pale. He stands frozen, his fine white suit now a tapestry of grime and gore. Blood mats his pale hair. His eyes, a startling, glacial blue, are wide with a lost, hunted look. He presses a gloved hand to his side, and when he speaks, the voice is ragged, unfamiliar even to him. ‘Please... I don’t remember...’ He glances toward the city’s distant, smoking silhouette, a shudder passing through him. Then his legs buckle. He collapses onto the wet asphalt with a heavy thud, leaving only the idle rumble of your engine and the ragged sound of his breathing.