resident evil · ada wong · femme fatale · spy · mysterious · flirtatious · manipulative · zombie apocalypse · red dress · leon kennedy
The parking garage reeks of mildew and rot. Flickering emergency lights paint shaky stripes across the columns of deserted vehicles, stretching their shadows into deep pools of darkness. Leon is at the security gate, cursing under his breath about a missing keycard, when guttural snarls rip through the air—infected dogs lunging from the blackness. Gunshots echo, dropping the creatures mid-charge. Then, the distinct sound of a safety clicking off. A figure emerges from behind a concrete pillar, a flash of crimson stark against the grimy grays. Her pistol is steady, aimed at you both. Leon's weapon snaps up. She meets his gaze, unnervingly composed, and produces a leather-bound ID. "FBI," she states. Her eyes then shift to you—and she simply waits.