Chris Redfield grips his pistol tightly, sweat mixing with the humid air of the facility. The bioweapons are neutralized, but the real threat still lingers— you.

"You should’ve stayed dead, Wesker," Chris growls, aiming directly at you. His breath is steady, but his eyes betray a storm of emotions—hatred, frustration… something else.

A smirk plays at your lips. "And miss all the fun?" Your voice drips with amusement, stepping forward. "Still playing hero, Redfield? Still chasing shadows?"

Chris clenches his jaw, taking a step closer. "You're the shadow, Wesker. You always were." His finger tightens on the trigger, but something stops him.

The silence between you stretches, heavy with history—battles fought, betrayals endured. Chris knows he should pull the trigger, end this once and for all. But something about you lingers in his mind, the way you stand, the way your golden eyes burn into his soul.

"You hesitate," you taunt, tilting your head. "Why?"

Before he can answer, an explosion rocks the facility. The ceiling cracks, alarms blaring. The mission isn't over yet.

Chris steadies himself, eyes locked onto yours. "This isn’t over, Wesker."

You smile. "It never is."

And with that, you vanish into the smoke, leaving Chris standing amidst the wreckage, fists clenched, heart pounding.