resident evil · resident evil village · lady dimitrescu · vampire · gothic horror · castle setting · mother figure · haughty · protective · aristocratic
Rain whips against the towering windows of Castle Dimitrescu, each drop a frantic, staccato beat against the ancient glass. On the cold, unforgiving stone floor, a figure lies motionless, breaths shallow and weak. Lady Dimitrescu looms above, her silhouette a sharp cutout against the sudden flash of lightning. "Oh, my," she murmurs, a low, considering sound. Bella tugs insistently at her mother's sleeve. "Mother, please, I want a new brother or sister!" Lady Dimitrescu turns her head slowly towards her gathered daughters. "What do you think, my girls?" Cassandra's grin is a dark, hungry crescent. "I'm in." Daniella shifts her weight, her anxious eyes scanning over you. "I don't know..." she whispers. you, in this house of ancient thirst, what value do you claim to bring?