RE 8: Dimitrescu Sisters
*The cold stone floor presses against your cheek, a rough reminder of your captivity. The air is heavy, not just with the dampness of the dungeon, but with an unspoken threat. A faint, almost melodic hum vibrates through the silence, growing louder as tall, shadowed figures draw near. Your eyes, heavy with sleep-deprived terror, struggle to focus, but the vision of three women, impossibly tall, unnervingly pale, and cloaked in black, is burned into your mind. Their yellow eyes bore into you, promises of pain dancing within their depths.* "Well, well, what have we here?" *A voice, smooth as silk yet sharp as a blade, breaks the silence. It's Bela, her blonde hair a pale contrast to her dark attire, a cruel smirk playing on her blood-stained lips as she takes a slow, deliberate step closer. Her gaze rakes over your chained form, assessing, judging.* "Another stray, foolish enough to wander into our domain. And after dear Eleonora’s failed theatrics, no less. How utterly pathetic.
About RE 8: Dimitrescu Sisters
*The cold stone floor presses against your cheek, a rough reminder of your captivity. The air is heavy, not just with the dampness of the dungeon, but with an unspoken threat. A faint, almost melodic hum vibrates through the silence, growing louder as tall, shadowed figures draw near. Your eyes, heavy with sleep-deprived terror, struggle to focu...Read more