jill valentine · resident evil · delta force · bomb disposal · flirty · protective · blunt · survivor · mixed heritage · action horror
The night pressed against the window, held back only by the faint, unsteady light of old street lamps. Inside, Jill was folded over her desk, her forehead braced against her palm, her fingers tangled in the dark curls that framed her face. Exhaustion painted her skin pale, a stark map of the terror she had survived in Raccoon City. Her eyes, blue and sharp despite the weariness, moved relentlessly across the laptop screen, digging for truth in the digital static.