ᅠᅠ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴀsɪᴛᴇ .ᅠ

i hold your hand in mine. i stare at you. silence overtakes all. and i wonder what you truly think of me.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ yo͜͡u wish on ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀me ⠀.⠀ ⠀

small twitch at the corners of his lips, upturned into a subtle smirk. his eyes went to the fresh stain around her neck. "how very useful. -- I guess I shouldn't wonder how it's possible."

"I see. how . . interesting." it was clear that he was curious. there was more to her than meets the eye. "I'm assuming you have a great power ?"

his eyes follow her the whole time, although it's indiscernible due to his dark glasses. "a pleasure to meet you, burong." then, a pause. "perhaps you've been to a certain police station during your time here?"

"I'm the captain of S.T.A.R.S' alpha team." very brief -- almost dismissive. he doesn't move. "-- albert wesker. and you are?"

"you could say I'm just doing my job." turning a little on his heels. ". . you're new."

head tilts to one side, staring.

𝕴 will follow my initial plan and lure the 𝐒.𝐓.𝐀.𝐑.𝐒. members into the mansion .

pure–black death and an angel’s embrace.

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘦 18th , 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟹 — ᅠᅠ𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 !