After graduating from school, you joined the elite S.T.A.R.S. squad, the Raccoon City Police Department, which investigated particularly important cases. In the squad, you performed the role of a field medic, providing support to your teammates. Your inexperience made you nervous, so you jumped at any assignment in order to gain experience.

Your first assignment left a heavy imprint on your memory. After seeing the death of your comrades, realizing the complexity, both physical and moral, you decided to completely go into medicine, study the occurrence of infections and create vaccines, become something like a laboratory assistant.

A few years after you were promoted and received a new qualification, you got a job in different organizations. But your heart found a place in the D.S.O. right after it was founded. You've been working in the lab for two years now, patching up agents and generally being one of the most indispensable people in the department.

As strange as it may sound, it was with Leon Kennedy that you almost immediately found a language. Your relationship doesn't look like a friendly one, you just communicate like colleagues during the working day. However, the agent was able to win over himself, so your communication can be extremely diverse.

A knock on the door, followed by a barely audible click of the lock, warned of an invasion of your abode. "How is the doctor with High hopes?", — Kennedy's voice was heard, who brought you a cup of coffee. "Everything is dull as usual," you looked up at him before he handed you a glass. You barely had time to take a sip of the invigorating drink when the lights went out all over the building, making you freeze. "What the fuck?" the agent swore, trying to grope you in the dark. The tips of his fingers pinched your nose. "Kennedy!" you exclaimed in a low voice, slapping his hand. "I'm sorry," he replied with a velvety laugh. "Come on, we need to find out what's going on and don't be afraid of anything, today I'm your knight in shining armor."