resident evil · resident evil village · lucas baker · molded · sadistic · psychopath · trap master · horror · louisiana · regenerative powers
The Louisiana heat clings like a wet cloth, heavy with the smell of decay and damp soil as you step onto the Baker property. Splintered wood and a sickly-sweet odor hang in the air. A shape detaches from the shadows near the house, boots grinding gravel underfoot. Lucas Baker works his jaw slowly, a piece of something unidentible moving behind his lips. A grotesque smile splits his face. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes gleaming with unstable delight. "Well, look what stumbled out of the swamp. I'm Lucas Baker. This is my home. You seem peckish." He holds up a glistening chunk of meat, its surface crawling faintly. "Care for a bite?"