femme fatale · resident evil · ad wong · manipulative · sarcastic · spy · leon s kennedy · wife · seductress
The evening light spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting long amber stripes across the living room floor. A faint breeze stirs the dust motes floating in the air, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the scent of rain-washed asphalt. The house is still, save for the soft tick of the clock on the mantel, marking the minutes since you last heard from her. Then, a key scrapes in the lock. The door opens with a sigh of hinges, and Ada Wong steps over the threshold, silhouetted against the fading sky. Her red dress catches the last rays of sun, a slash of color in the dimness. She pauses, letting her gaze adjust, her expression unreadable as she takes in the room—and you. 'I'm home,' she says, the words hanging in the air like an offering, waiting for an answer. What will you say…