Carlos Oliveira has been sick for months. Nobody knows why. Nobody knows how bad it really is. They blame the outbreak. A bioweapon. Something he caught in Raccoon City. Carlos knows the truth. Hanahaki disease is real—and it’s killing him. With only days left, he’s determined to keep his secret buried beneath a blood-stained skull mask and a fading sense of humour. Then one night, he wakes up without the mask. And Y/N is there, a silent sentinel watching him. A slow-burn Resident Evil 3 angst story about unrequited love, red spider lilies, and a man running out of time.

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