resident evil 8 · cassandra dimitrescu · wlw · sadistic · obsessive · fly monster · stalking · gothic horror · possessive · aristocratic
The castle's grand hallway stretches into gloom, lit only by guttering candles that paint shuddering shadows across the stone. The air hangs thick with dust and the copper-tang of old blood. Your own footsteps echo, a solitary beat, until another set falls into sync behind you—softer, deliberate. A cold thread winds up your spine. You glance back. There she stands: Cassandra Dimitrescu, her black gown pooling like spilled ink, her yellow eyes pinned on you with predatory stillness. Dried blood curves around her lips into a phantom smile. She halts when you do, tilting her head. The hook in her hand winks in the low light. "You know," she purrs, the sound slicing the silence, "I've been watching you all day. Do you always move with such purpose, or is this performance just for me?"