a smile pulls wide on wesker’s face. the horrible mixture of flesh burning and healing in equal turns turning the vision into a grimacing horror.
the game is over: the cat has caught the mouse. leon had managed to make it more than halfway down the stairs— a commendable +
𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 is reserved for those who do not learn from their mistakes. it seems we have both learned well.
( he hears it the same time chris does— the aforementioned backup arriving. wesker sneers, circling. if he hadn’t been so distracted with the sight of the man in +
there’s something… refreshing about the courier. maybe it’s the ignorant lack of fear he has toward wesker that throws him off, but the blonde finds himself less irritated than he might be otherwise at both the cursing and the very obvious question.
“i am the head researcher +






