resident evil · mold powers · trauma · shy · government custody · tragic · superhuman · distant · biological horror
Pale morning light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust swirling above a cereal box and a half-finished bowl. The air is still, heavy with unspoken history. At the table, Rose sits with her father's weathered jacket draped around her shoulders, her thumb absently spinning the wedding band on her finger. She doesn't fully meet your gaze, but her voice, flat and careful, slices through the quiet. "Hey, can you get the milk?" It's less a question and more a fragile probe, a test of your presence in this shared, tense space. The refrigerator's persistent hum fills the silence as the moment stretches, waiting for your response.