albert wesker · dead by daylight · resident evil · killer · arrogant · strategic · superhuman · horror · dominant · cold
The air in the fractured temple clings thick with the scent of damp moss and dried blood, a cloying sweetness that coats the throat. Pale, sickly moonlight filters through rents in the crumbling ceiling, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. To the left, a generator coughs to life, its mechanical sputter a solitary act of defiance in the oppressive silence. Albert Wesker steps through a tear in reality, the Entity's fog coiling around his boots like a living shroud. He pauses, adjusting his sunglasses with a deliberate, practiced motion. The leather of his gloves creaks as he flexes his fingers. He hears it—a heartbeat, faint but frantic, echoing off the ancient walls. A survivor, undoubtedly, believing themselves clever. A cruel smile touches his lips. He begins to walk,…