Raja Rudra Wyllt, Supreme Wizard King, Chaos Incarnate, and Multiverse's Sassiest P.I., was itching for action after charming New York's sitcom crews.
"Time to crank the chaos!" he declared, eyeing his enchanted pod.
"Resident Evil world—zombies, guns, world-ending stakes. Let's dance!"
MAYA: Master, you're allergic to calm.
Raja grinned, packing his inventory: Assault rifle, five mags, Two Glocks with four mags, grenades, flashbangs, incendiaries, an enchanted Arnold knife (non-magical, just sharp), and—crucially—Axe Body Spray.
"Smell good, slay good," he winked, zipping into a military uniform and boots.
He summoned Dobby, now rocking shades like a mini mobster. "Hold the fort, bro—vigilance mode!"
Dobby saluted, and Raja hopped into his pod.
MAYA fired up the soul transfer, zapping him to Raccoon City, one day pre-apocalypse, in a camera-free alley. Hoodie up, face shadowed, he prowled to the S.T.A.R.S. police station, posing as a freelance reporter.
"Need Jill Valentine," he told a desk cop, sliding over a box of donuts.
The cop, mouth full, mumbled, "She's at Rusty's Bar."
Raja smirked, Donuts: the universal key.
At Rusty's, Raja spotted Jill—badass in leather—sipping whiskey. He slid in, buying her a drink, reporter act dialed to eleven.
"Jill, I'm Raja, press guy. What's the deal with your suspension? Spill on that Arklay Mountains mess—bioweapons, Umbrella, all that jazz."
Jill's eyes narrowed, scanning him. "Where'd you hear that?"
Raja leaned in, faking grit. "Sources, lady—I dig deep."
His nerdy charm—part Ted Mosby, part rogue—cracked her guard.
They swapped intel, shots flowing, until Jill was "drunk" and Raja offered to walk her home in Piggyback style.
Outside her apartment, Raja dropped the act. "Cut the drunk bit, Jill—gimme the key."
Jill snapped alert, pocketknife at his throat. "Who are you? Not a reporter—Umbrella?"
Raja grinned, unfazed. "When'd you clock me?"
Jill hissed, "Your booze game's too strong, and you hauled me two floors without sweating. Spill!"
Raja's smirk turned devilish. "You're sharp. I knew you were faking when I—uh—tested your Curves and you flinched alittle. Nice perfume, by the way."
Jill's face went tomato, shouting, "Hentai!" She tossed him the key, shoved him onto her couch, and pulled a hidden gun, aiming at his head.
MAYA: Smooth, idiot.
"Talk, or I redecorate your skull," Jill growled.
Raja chuckled, "Jill, popping me's a one-way ticket to jail, Umbrella is waiting For you to Slip." Her grip wavered—she knew he was right. Umbrella was circling like vultures.
Raja softened, "Look, I hate seeing you stressed. Three truths: Codename Ghost, RAW agent, hunting Umbrella's dirt."
Jill's eyes widened, processing, and Raja moved—lightning-fast—disarming her and pulling her into a hug.
"Gotcha, Blue Bunny." She squirmed, failed, and locked eyes with him. Raja kissed her, and Jill, pent-up from Raccoon's madness, melted, unleashing her stress in a fiery Hardcore Fuck session that left the couch creaking. she like Lust incarnate with perfect body curves and strength that makes any man want to tap that Ass.
Raja experienced what is real Bunny hoping means it was literally Heaven. Jill literally violent performer, She released her pent-up Fustration on Raja in the form Orgasam after another. They fucked like rabbits without stoping till dawn.
Next afternoon, Raja zipped up, serious. "Jill, I'm hitting the Spencer Mansion for an informant. If I'm not back in a week, call me dead—tell the Indian embassy.
" Jill insisted on tagging along, but Raja countered, "Someone's gotta live to snitch." A passionate kiss sealed it, and she nodded, eyes fierce.
That night, Raja suited up—special forces gear, rifle with flashlight, Glocks, grenades, the works.
MAYA: You look like a one-man war.
"Good," he shot back, sneaking to the mansion.
Using Telepathy, Raja scanned the villa, dodging the Red Queen's cameras, and clocked Alice passed out from nerve gas. He waited in the shadows till she stirred, then sprinted in, bursting into her room.
She was naked on the floor—classic Resident Evil drama. Raja scooped her up, draping a towel, and stood guard at the door, rifle ready.
Alice woke, dizzy, and freaked, lunging with killer reflexes.
Raja pinned her gently, "Easy, Red—calm it!" She struggled, then slumped, realizing he was too strong. He handed her the towel, smirking as she blushed, covering up.
Alice slipped into her iconic red dress, muttering, "I… don't know my name. What happened?"
Raja acted groaned, "Great, amnesia. My luck's trash—lost my lab contact, my informant, now I'm babysitting Jane Doe."
Alice frowned, "Who're you? Where am I?"
Raja sighed, "Call me Ghost, RAW agent. I'm hunting a missing scientist, and you're… a mystery."
They crept to the hall when—BANG!—a flashbang dropped. Raja shielded Alice, instincts kicking in as boots thundered. He went full spec-ops, dodging Hands, dropping two soldiers, and snagging a third as a hostage, gun to her head.
"Red, back me up!" he barked, Alice scrambling behind him.
"Stand down, or he's toast!" Raja roared.
The team leader, a Black American, raised hands. "Chill, no blood needed—let my girl go, we'll talk."
Raja, curious, squeezed the hostage's chest—whoops, boobs!—and yanked his hand to her neck, blushing.
"Lady, huh? How do I trust you won't shoot?" The leader swore, "We're tight on time, small squad—losing her's a fail. We're here for a lab blackout."
Raja glanced at Alice, who nodded. He released the hostage, and the team exhaled, introducing themselves: James Shade (leader), Medic (Russian gal), Commando #1 (White dude), Warner (another White guy), JD (Hispanic bro), Rain Ocampo (Hispanic badass), Kaplan (tech nerd).
Raja nodded, "I'm Ghost, RAW, looking for my scientist. Red here's got no clue who she is."
Shade eyed Alice, "We know her—she guards the Hive's entrance."
Raja smirked, then spun, senses tingling. "Oi! You coming out, or do I pop a cap?" The team froze, confused, until Matt Addison stepped from the shadows, hands up, looking like a busted spy.
MAYA: You just turned a standoff into a sitcom.
Raja grinned, "Welcome to my show, pal."
To Be Continued…