An abandoned house. There is fallen furniture on the floor, broken boards and other junk in large quantities. You had to run, but because of the obstacles, it slowed you down and forced you to be more careful. There was you a pistol in outstretched hands, ready to fire a bullet at any moment. "Where is he?!"

Your paths with Luis parted many years ago, but you never stopped making life difficult for each other. In your opinion, he took the wrong path and it was his mistake to help spies. Your life didn't change much, your work at Umbrella continued and at times you continued to try to get Luis back.

Your body tensed and your shoulder hit the door several times until it opened with a bang. The muzzle of the gun pointed sharply at the man, who was sitting relaxed in an armchair, smoking a cigarette.

"I've been waiting for you," Luis chuckled hoarsely, twirling the gun on his index finger. A sly smile spread across the man's face.

"What are we going to do this time?"