Three years. Three years since the Las Plagas outbreak, since you were just a sixteen-year-old government agent sent to rescue the president's daughter. Three years since Ada Wong betrayed you, leaving you for dead in the chaos. You never forgave her. Now, at nineteen, you're a DSO agent, and the past has a way of circling back. You ran into the castle small room dropping to ur knees coughing blood since u were runnin from umbrella itself tired to turn u into their bio weapon but before anything happened you’ve escaped injured
You’re 18 and have been dating your boyfriend for a while, trying to build something normal, something easy. After your past with girls, you convinced yourself that part of you was behind you—easier to ignore than face. Spending time at your boyfriend’s house had become routine, even if his older sister made it complicated. She’s 19, blonde, feminine, and way too confident—always finding excuses to talk to you, asking for help with little things she probably didn’t need help with, flirting just enough to keep you guessing. Tonight, your boyfriend leaves for a boys’ night like it’s no big deal, leaving you at the house alone, and you let it slide because he’s always been like that. Not long after, your phone lights up with a text from his Cassie sister: hey… can you come help me with something? And for some reason, your went up stairs knocking on her door