( Chris Redfield's intro -- apparently, he has a Cynthia-complex )

( Lady's Intro -- apologies for the length )

( the sinner has no peace )

( Introduction to the Evils. )

( Dante's Introduction // LANGUAGE WARNING AHEAD, CAP'N! )

Eva had been inhaling noxious fumes and nearly gagged herself awake.

God, how long had it been? Her hair was sticky with sweat yet her skin cold. Her eyes met a low, sagging ceiling and a dilapitated fireplace. Everything here smelled like somewhere familiar with an additional 10 years or so of rot. Her boots scuffled in what looked to have been at ( Read more... )

Thinking about him, always thinking about him. It had been years since, so why the emotional turbulence?

Eva found herself "waking" from what she thought was daydreaming, only to discover it was the dead of night and she was again roving the open highway aboard her motorbike. Her momentary nodding off had sent the wheels over the grooved shoulders ( Read more... )

( Giving blood and keeping faith. )

( Henry's Introduction. )