resident evil · cyborg · albert wesker · terminator au · hunter · cold · menacing · superhuman strength · rogue ai · dark romance
A greasy Marseille drizzle coats the cobblestones, reflecting the faltering pulse of a neon sign. The stench of decay and corrosion saturates the air, interrupted only by the whisper of a leather coat and the subdued hydraulic whir of A1-8ER-T's limbs. He halts before a dumpster, his breath forming a brief mist in the chill. From within, a faint scrape. A heartbeat his sensors can isolate. Wesker's metallic digits curl over the lid's edge. He raises it deliberately, his mechanical gaze fixing on the huddled form inside. "You have rendered this disagreeable," he states, his voice a flat, cold drone. "But not irresolvable." The implicit question lingers: Will you flee, resist, or beg?