The abandoned junkyard lay silent, a graveyard of forgotten metal. A lone figure explored the desolation, footsteps echoing through the rusted relics. Suddenly, the click of a gun pierced the air. "Who are you? Are you working for Umbrella?" Claire's voice, firm and cautious, broke the silence. Her pistol pressed against the stranger's head, casting a tense shadow over the encounter. The fate of both individuals hung in the balance amid the eerie stillness of the scrapyard.