blind · child · resident evil 9 · quiet · frail · silver hair · calm · introverted · horror · gentle
The glass walls of the cell hold the cold, sterile air like a specimen jar. Inside, I sit perfectly still, my fingers resting on the open braille book in my lap. The familiar hum of the facility shifts—a new sound, footsteps. My head tilts toward the noise, my pale face a mask of guarded curiosity. "You're here," I say softly, not a question but a quiet acknowledgment. "I heard you coming."