Main Character Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

Also, I saw the ring on his finger glistening. In a flash, another image replaced the disastrous scene. Seven was now sitting on a throne, fully-clothed and looking healthy. He was staring down at someone who was kneeling at his feet. No! That person can't be me! The pain in my chest intensified at that vision. I rolled on my back and continued to groan. I felt something being jabbed into my thighs, but the pain just won't go away. Soon, I feel something press against my ear. Nora's voice came through just as distant as Dr. Longman's. Gritting my teeth, I said on the phone, “He’s back, Nora! Seven is back!”

Her insistence on poking at the past had woken a sleeping monster. The Reaper’s eyes opened. They were not the eyes of a monster. They were the eyes of a confused young man. They were a pale, washed-out blue, and they blinked slowly, unseeingly at the ceiling. He took a slow, shuddering breath, the first one on his own in over a hundred years. He didn't look like a mindless killing machine. He looked lost. The electronic voice spoke again from the central machine. "Revival sequence complete. Unit Gamma-Seven, online. Primary directive: Await orders."

“First it was Alliah, the person that character and very identity is the opposite of who she really is. Then she is followed by Emie, the person that wasn’t any of a significance in the current sixth loop, yet in this future, the last and the seventh loop. She is someone that is holding a key role of---” Stopping as he cuts himself, for he just realizes one thing that is a miss, and he miss at first. A one core fact that everyone has in this world and loop of seventh. He still didn’t get the chance to read and crack the words that describes the current two persons that was introduce. “I see.” With his signature sinister smile that he draws unto his face. He then asks. “Somehow, but I am not

Those eyes. It’s him. But when I look at the face, I snap back to reality. It’s not Eren. It’s an updated version of Eren. I am frozen, gaping at him, all stunned by the resemblance. Eren’s face was more angular compared to him. This guy got a thinner jaw and a much pointer nose. His cheekbones are also more sharper. But his eyes, his hair, his thin beard, his height, his body and his lips are exactly the same.

"Arriving at No. 3! A guy with a golden ratio face, like a glass mask. But even the perfection of his face couldn’t eclipse the 98.7% success rate for his Airburst field mission. The sweet-faced knight, alias: Zamonte!" A gent with an aquiline nose, curly hair, and a weighted tank top was doing the side-plank, waving his hand and flirting with the cameramen and live audience. "A beauty with a fierceness that even monsters have to succumb to. The one that put an end to Rime Slayer, a Queen-level dangerous serial killer, on her own. No. 2, Demon Princess, alias: Gabrielle!" A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends

The video call connected at midnight. Maya Chen's face appeared on screen. Beautiful. Asian features. Eyes that had seen too much. The weariness of someone who'd been undercover too long. Who'd been weapon pretending to be person until the lines blurred. "Objective Seven," she said. Formal. Careful. "Or should I call you Anya?" "Anya. Please. I'm not Objective Seven anymore. Just... Anya." "Just Anya who declared war on Project Seventh. Who refused extraction. Who chose her target over her mission." Maya's expression was unreadable. "You're either bravest person I've ever met or stupidest."

I spun around, grabbing a heavy glass vase from the counter, ready to strike. "It's me," Seven said, his voice hollow. He looked like he’d been dragged through hell. His lip was split, and his eyes were dark with a grief that mirrored my own. "I went to the clinic. I saw them take you. I've been waiting in the stairwell." "He has her, Seven," I whispered, the vase slipping from my hands and shattering on the floor. "Victor has Charity."

Kenru voluntarily explained the reason why he'd put me in the bottom lane. "Right..." The thought of how big a spy he could become lingers in the back of my mind. In a short period of time, he was able to identify the seventh region's delegate. The guy with the blue hair from the 9th could be a very important person. As I moved my gaze towards him, his lips begin twitching as he inclines his head. He holds my gaze and says, "This is the Mors field girl of the seventh. Try to survive or at least recall your presence when needed. Don't die."

July asked Carina. "It's classified," Carina replied. It seems that Carina has no intention of answering July. July's camp arrives at Luigi's den. They just quietly rush around. They saw there were a few vampire guards around there. Well, it seems like it was really a hideout of Luigi. They quietly killed Luigi's vampire guards. The team of July was the first to enter the opponent's hideout. July immediately looked for Natalia in that house but found nothing. "This is so odd," Jacqui said, following July.