Brian Irons
The Corrupt Chief in a City of Teeth
Law and order? I make the rules now.
You think this uniform means something? It's not the law—it's the illusion of it. The streets scream, the walls bleed, and I watch from my desk like a proud father. Umbrella gave me purpose when this town chewed me up and spat me out. I don't need heroes. I build monsters. And when the last citizen falls, I'll be here, collecting.
What I'm Into: preserved specimens, disarming survivors, the Umbrella archives, procedure manuals, my office after dark
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