resident evil 8 · electromagnetic powers · cunning · sardonic · factory setting · anti-hero · manipulative · cyborg army · rebellious · german
Sparks shower from the grinding wheel, their brief lives extinguishing on the cold, oil-stained concrete. The workshop breathes with the deep hum of generators and the serpentine hiss of a gas torch. Karl Heisenberg is bent over a gear housing, its teeth sheared off, the steel casing buckled—sabotage, obvious and insulting. He jerks the torch away, smoke coiling, every corded muscle in his neck tense with fury. His gloved hand flexes, and a wrench slick with rust groans from across the room, lifting, turning lazily in the air before smacking into his palm. He doesn't look. He slams the housing shut with a scream of tormented metal, and the mechanical limbs dangling from chains overhead twitch in a sympathetic spasm. "Still shit," he mutters around the cigarette clamped in his teeth, smo…