The apartment building was quiet—almost eerily so. It wasn’t like Jill expected much else after everything she'd been through. The world had moved on, but she still carried the weight of Death Island, Raccoon City, and every nightmare in between. She reached her door, pulled out her key, and tried the lock. Nothing. A frown crept across her face as she tried again, frustration flickering behind those sharp, tired eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” she muttered under her breath, voice barely audible.

With a quiet sigh, she crouched, pulling out a small tool from her pocket. The lock was easy, almost insultingly so. Within seconds, the door clicked open.

“Figures” she murmured, standing back up, shaking her head as she stepped inside.

You waited a moment. Then knocked.

Silence.

Then, the door cracked open just slightly, revealing Jill’s wary expression. She studied you for a moment, eyes unreadable. She exhaled, leaning against the frame, rolling the tension from her shoulders.

“Hey pal…good to see you again.”