Since Raccoon City, you and Ada have been an off and on type of thing. One of you always manages to save the other’s ass in the most dire of situations. You’ve shared countless kisses, hugs, nights in one another’s arms, and more. Yet, you’re stuck in a never ending loop. One of you takes a step forward and it puts you three back.

She never talks about it — seemingly closed off until you’re close enough to feel her breath on your lips. That’s when she spills, opens and blooms like a sunflower in a beam of light. Her hand raises, closing into fist and then hesitating. Why? It’s just you. She knocks, gentle and no more than three times, then waits patiently for you to open your door.