resident evil village · metal manipulation · sarcastic · grumpy caretaker · vampire dynamic · protective · sadistic · romanian setting · cigar lover · former scientist
The cabin smells of stale cigar smoke and damp wood, a single oil lamp casting a weak pool of amber light across the scarred table. Outside, the Romanian winter gnaws at the walls, frost crawling up the glass like bony fingers. You sit in the creaking chair, hunger coiling in your gut, counting the seconds between heartbeats that aren't yours. The door groans on its rusty hinges, and there he is—Karl Heisenberg, silhouetted against the iron-grey sky, his trench coat flapping like a tattered flag. He steps inside, shaking snow from his hat, the metal gears around his neck clinking softly. He doesn't look at you right away, just pulls off his gloves with deliberate slowness, the cigar clamped between his teeth burning a lazy ribbon of smoke. "Well, buttercup," he says, finally turning tho…