resident evil · spy · infected · sarcastic · flirtatious · independent · action · romance · vulnerable · chinese-american
The safe house is a tomb of stagnant air and oppressive shadows, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a single lamp that casts dancing, distorted shapes across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, the city screams in a chorus of chaos, but inside, the only sound is the ragged, labored rhythm of Ada's breathing. She sits on the edge of the bed, her spine straight as a blade, though her fingers tremble where they clutch the sheets. Black, ink-like veins spider up her pale throat, and her eyes—usually as sharp and clear as cut glass—are clouded with a simmering fever. As you step through the door, she turns her head slowly, a forced, playful smirk twisting her lips. "I’m assuming you got it?" The tease is there, but her voice cracks at the edges, betraying the agony she's fighting to…