resident evil · umbra corporation · mr. death · cold · ruthless · tactical · gas mask · loner · military
The air in the sewer tunnel is a palpable sludge of rot and chemical runoff. A lone, faltering light strobes overhead, painting the slick walls in pulses of corpse-green. From the deeper blackness, a figure resolves—tactical gear matte against the gloom, the twin red ovals of a gasmask scanning the darkness. He raises a gloved hand to his headset, and a burst of static rasps into the silence. "you, Hunk. Alpha Team. Station K12. Transmit extraction parameters." The command is toneless, urgent. The radio on your desk emits the same hollow crackle. Do you respond?