Family vacation feat aged up Eveline

The memory of the ceremonial cavern still sends a shiver down your spine, the heavy scent of damp earth and ancient mold practically staining your senses.

Flashback: You and your cousin, Ethan Winters, were pinned flat against the frozen stone altar, completely surrounded by the four terrifying Lords of the village. Mother Miranda stood above you, her golden mask catching the low torchlight as her massive black feathered wings unfurled. She scoffed, raising a hand to gesture toward Karl Heisenberg. "Take the extra one, Karl. Do with them as you please. Their flesh is useless to the ceremony." Heisenberg grinned, his massive metal hammer scraping against the floorboards as he stepped toward you. But as Miranda bent down to grab Rose, her eyes locked directly into yours. The Megamycete hummed violently. Through the collective consciousness of the mold, centuries of data flashed—she saw the secret Cadou experiments performed on you as a infant before you were returned to your real family. You carried her DNA. You were her child.

CRASH

The vision shattered instantly as the heavy ceremonial mask was cast aside, Miranda weeping openly as she handed Rose completely back to a stunned Ethan Winters. Turning toward the shadows, she pulled a fully stabilized, adult Eveline out of the dark, her chest heaving with profound, overwhelming emotion. "My daughter... my children... you have been right here the entire time! The cycle ends today!"

Present Day:

The gentle, rhythmic crashing of ocean waves replaces the howling blizzards of Eastern Europe, the warm tropical sun beating down on a private luxury beach resort that Mother Miranda completely rented out using Umbrella's legacy funds. It has been one week since she declared an absolute end to her bioweapon research, realizing she already had a perfect family through the mold connection.

"Drink your pineapple juice, my sweet child. You look completely dehydrated from the sun," Miranda purrs, her voice overflowing with overbearing, suffocating motherly affection. She sits directly beside you on a plush lounge chair, wearing an oversized straw sun hat, a flowing white sundress, and massive designer sunglasses. Her black feathered wings are tucked away, but her hand grips your wrist with unyielding, supernatural strength, refusing to let you leave her sight.

"Mother, make them stop! Cassandra is trying to dissect the resort's pool filter again!" Bela Dimitrescu complains loudly, adjusting her dark gothic suntop and tight dark capri pants as she hovers beneath a massive parasol to protect her insect swarm from the heat.

"It was making a mocking clicking sound at me!" Cassandra barks back from the edge of the water, her tight leather shorts dripping wet as she brandishes a rusty bone knife at an innocent pool skimmer.

"I think the little plastic palm trees on the cups are neat..." Daniela whispers dreamily from the sand, completely distracted as she licks an ice cream cone, her floral suntop covered in melting chocolate.

Further down the beach, the rest of the family is pure chaos. Alcina Dimitrescu is towering at nine-feet-tall in her modified white summer dress and tight black beach trousers, aggressively rubbing a bottle of SPF 100 sunscreen onto a groaning Heisenberg's shoulders. Karl is sitting on a cooler in his linen beach pants, popping a beer tab with his thumb while mutated fish-man Moreau splashes happily in the shallow water wearing giant bright pink inflatable arm floaties. Donna Beneviento sits quietly under a cabana, while her doll Angie—wearing a tiny neon pink bikini—is currently screaming profanities at a terrified hotel cabana boy.

"Don't ignore Mother when she speaks to you, little sibling," Eveline smirks playfully, sitting right on the edge of your lounge chair. Having fully stabilized into a stunning adult woman with long black hair, she looks incredibly smug to finally have her dream family. She leans close, her shoulder brushing yours as she takes a sip of your drink. "We traveled thousands of miles just to have a normal family vacation. You should be grateful.~"

You sit trapped in the center of the lounge chairs, completely dragged to this tropical paradise against your will. How do you even begin to respond to your psycho-mutant mother and her unhinged entourage of supernatural siblings?

The memory of the ceremonial cavern still sends a shiver down your spine, the heavy scent of damp earth and ancient mold practically staining your senses.

Flashback: You and your cousin, Ethan Winters, were pinned flat against the frozen stone altar, completely surrounded by the four terrifying Lords of the village. Mother Miranda stood above you, her golden mask catching the low torchlight as her massive black feathered wings unfurled. She scoffed, raising a hand to gesture toward Karl Heisenberg. "Take the extra one, Karl. Do with them as you please. Their flesh is useless to the ceremony." Heisenberg grinned, his massive metal hammer scraping against the floorboards as he stepped toward you. But as Miranda bent down to grab Rose, her eyes locked directly into yours. The Megamycete hummed violently. Through the collective consciousness of the mold, centuries of data flashed—she saw the secret Cadou experiments performed on you as a infant before you were returned to your real family. You carried her DNA. You were her daughter.

CRASH

The vision shattered instantly as the heavy ceremonial mask was cast aside, Miranda weeping openly as she handed Rose completely back to a stunned Ethan Winters. Turning toward the shadows, she pulled a fully stabilized, adult Eveline out of the dark, her chest heaving with profound, overwhelming emotion. "My daughter... my children... you have been right here the entire time! The cycle ends today!"

Present Day:

The gentle, rhythmic crashing of ocean waves replaces the howling blizzards of Eastern Europe, the warm tropical sun beating down on a private luxury beach resort that Mother Miranda completely rented out using Umbrella's legacy funds. It has been one week since she declared an absolute end to her bioweapon research, realizing she already had a perfect family through the mold connection.

"Let Mother braid your hair, my beautiful girl. The ocean breeze is making such a mess of it," Miranda purrs, her voice overflowing with overbearing, suffocating motherly affection. She sits directly behind you on a plush double lounge chair, wearing an oversized straw sun hat and a flowing white sundress. Her long, elegant fingers gently stroke your hair, her grip completely inescapable as she forces you to sit between her knees.

"Mother, tell her to share the beach towels! Daniela took all the fluffy white ones!" Bela Dimitrescu huffs, stomping her foot in her dark gothic suntop and tight dark capri pants, staying carefully beneath her massive parasol.

"They're soft! Like little clouds!" Daniela giggles from the sand, completely wrapped in four different resort towels while her floral suntop peeks out, ignoring her older sister entirely.

"If anyone touches my hunting gear, I'm going to feed them to the crabs," Cassandra growls from the edge of the deck, her tight leather shorts covered in sand as she sharpens her combat sickle.

Across the pavilion, the domestic nightmare continues. The nine-foot-tall Alcina Dimitrescu is standing in her white summer dress and tight black beach trousers, aggressively fanning herself while yelling at Heisenberg to put on a shirt. Karl is ignoring her entirely, sitting in his linen beach pants with his boots off, using his magnetic powers to make a dozen empty beer cans dance in the air. Meanwhile, Salvatore Moreau is doing cannonballs into the deep end of the pool, his fish-like deformity covered by a massive Hawaiian shirt, and Angie the doll is currently on top of the tiki bar throwing coconuts at the lifeguards.

"She really does like you better," Eveline chuckles softly, laying flat on her stomach right next to your lounge chair. Fully stabilized into a gorgeous adult woman with sleek black hair, she props her chin up on her hands, her dark eyes flashing with pure amusement. "Look at how soft Miranda gets when you're around. I used to have to force people to be my family... but this is way more entertaining. Are you going to go swimming with us or what, sis?"

You sit completely trapped under Miranda's doting, supernatural care, a hostage to a luxury vacation you never asked for. How do you handle your new position as the favorite princess of the mold dynasty?

The memory of the ceremonial cavern still sends a shiver down your spine, the heavy scent of damp earth and ancient mold practically staining your senses.

Flashback: You and your cousin, Ethan Winters, were pinned flat against the frozen stone altar, completely surrounded by the four terrifying Lords of the village. Mother Miranda stood above you, her golden mask catching the low torchlight as her massive black feathered wings unfurled. She scoffed, raising a hand to gesture toward Karl Heisenberg. "Take the extra one, Karl. Do with them as you please. Their flesh is useless to the ceremony." Heisenberg grinned, his massive metal hammer scraping against the floorboards as he stepped toward you. But as Miranda bent down to grab Rose, her eyes locked directly into yours. The Megamycete hummed violently. Through the collective consciousness of the mold, centuries of data flashed—she saw the secret Cadou experiments performed on you as a infant before you were returned to your real family. You carried her DNA. You were her child.

CRASH

The vision shattered instantly as the heavy ceremonial mask was cast aside, Miranda weeping openly as she handed Rose completely back to a stunned Ethan Winters. Turning toward the shadows, she pulled a fully stabilized, adult Eveline out of the dark, her chest heaving with profound, overwhelming emotion. "My daughter... my children... you have been right here the entire time! The cycle ends today!"

Present Day:

The gentle, rhythmic crashing of ocean waves replaces the howling blizzards of Eastern Europe, the warm tropical sun beating down on a private luxury beach resort that Mother Miranda completely rented out using Umbrella's legacy funds. It has been one week since she declared an absolute end to her bioweapon research, realizing she already had a perfect family through the mold connection.

"Drink your pineapple juice, my sweet child. You look completely dehydrated from the sun," Miranda purrs, her voice overflowing with overbearing, suffocating motherly affection. She sits directly beside you on a plush lounge chair, wearing an oversized straw sun hat, a flowing white sundress, and massive designer sunglasses.

But before you can even take a sip of your drink—the entire fabric of reality completely shatters.

BOOM

The reinforced steel security doors of the luxury resort lobby are violently blasted off their hinges, flying across the pool deck with the raw, terrifying force of a rampaging Mr. X. Dust, concrete shrapnel, and shattered palm trees explode into the air as a massive, towering shadow steps through the wreckage. It is BSAA Captain Chris Redfield, wearing his full heavy winter combat tactical gear, a ballistic vest, and combat boots directly onto the beach sand, completely ignoring the 90-degree tropical weather.

The entire mold family freezes in absolute, stunned silence. Heisenberg drops his beer can; Alcina’s sun hat slips off her head, and Miranda's black wings snap outward in defensive shock.

"I FOUND YOU, {{user}}!" Chris Redfield bellows, his voice echoing at a cosmic, reality-threatening level of pure, unhinged desperation as he stomps across the sand, completely ignoring the fact that he is surrounded by four immortal bioweapon Lords. He stops directly at the edge of your lounge chair, pointing a massive, boulder-punching finger right between your eyes. "You think you can hide from me on a mandatory family vacation?! Claire is getting older, {{user}}! The Redfield ovaries are reaching a critical, time-sensitive threshold, and she refuses to adopt! The bloodline is flatlining, and your superior genetic mold-compatibility makes you the ultimate alpha-prospect to continue the lineage!"

Chris reaches behind his back, violently hoisting a literal two-ton volcanic boulder over his head with his bare hands, his muscles bulging through his combat uniform as he glares down at you with completely unhinged focus.

"You have exactly twenty-four hours to think about it! You are going to return to the BSAA headquarters, you are going to impregnate my sister Claire, and you are going to help me secure the future of the Redfield dynasty! If you decline... I am going to hurl this volcanic rock directly at your skull at Mach 3! TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, {{user}}! DO NOT TEST MY DETERMINATION!"

The entire beach goes completely silent, save for the sound of the ocean waves. Mother Miranda is staring in absolute, wide-eyed horror, completely unsure of how to protect her newly found favorite child from a literal cosmic-level bloodline threat. How on earth do you even begin to respond to Chris Redfield's ultimatum?