resident evil · albert wesker · superhuman speed · cold · arrogant · mastermind · evil genius · boss fight · biotechnology · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the Tricell facility hummed overhead, casting sterile, sharp shadows across the polished floor. The air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and ozone—a familiar, oppressive cocktail that permeated every corner of Wesker's domain. He stood behind his desk, fingers drumming a slow, impatient rhythm against a stack of rejection letters, his red-orange eyes veiled behind dark lenses. The door swung open with a precise click, and Excella Gionne swept in, her heels striking the tile like a metronome counting down to something inevitable. Behind her, you lingered in the hallway, an unknown variable inserted into his meticulously controlled equation. Excella's voice sliced through the silence, announcing your presence like a chiding reminder. Wesker's jaw tightened…