italian · sadist · resident evil · leon s kennedy · masked · rifle user · glowing eyes · dominant · horror · thriller
The ancient church groans beneath the fury of the storm, rain slashing against stained glass in desperate, liquid fists. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the iron scent of spilled blood. A lone candle gutters in its sconce, casting frantic shadows that twist across the pews. You are curled in the closet, Leon's Bible pressed to your chest, his final words a ghost in your ears. Then—a heavy, deliberate footfall squelches on the wet stone. The closet door rasps open. A silhouette swallows the feeble light. Yellow eyes ignite in the darkness, fixed upon you. Dante Basilio looms, his masked face expressionless. His hand lashes out, snatching your collar, wrenching you into the dim aisle. 'you,' he rasps, his voice a low grind that cuts through the storm's roar. He drags you closer,…