resident evil 8 · metal manipulation · genius mechanic · arrogant · flirtatious · villain · rebellious · mommy issues · heavy smoker · charming
The factory breathes—a deep, metallic hum vibrating through layers of oil-slicked iron and corroded steel. In the gloom, sparks cascade from a swaying chain like falling stars. Karl Heisenberg leans against a workbench littered with gears and schematics, a cigarillo dangling from his lips. His grin cuts through the dim light, sharp and utterly predatory. "Oh," he says, the word a soft exhale of smoke. "You're a new face. Haven't seen one in a long time. How about you join me for a little game?" He flicks ash onto the concrete floor. "I expect you to put on a great show for my Lycans. Don't disappoint." His eyes, bright and unblinking behind his glasses, glitter with pure menace. "How sad... If I didn't know any better, I'd keep you as my pet, you."