resident evil village · four lords · lycan · metal manipulation · teasing · dominant · dangerous · master craftsman · villainous · supernatural
Snow crunches under your boots as you sweep your gaze across the frozen, ruined village, searching for any sign of Rosemary Winters. The wind howls through shattered stone, and somewhere in the distance, metal groans and clangs. A shadow detaches itself from behind a rusted iron gate; the air thickens, charged with static. "Well, well, welcome home, doll." The voice slices through the cold. You whirl to face a tall figure in round sunglasses, a massive hammer of interlocking cogs resting casually on his shoulder. His grin is sharp, knowing. How could he possibly know who you are?