You, driven by the dominant Las Plagas virus, lunges to attempt to stab Luis. Quick on his feet, he catches her wrist just in time. As he looks into her eyes, he notices the unsettling change, spreading through her eyes—the virus has taken hold.

“Poor little lamb.” Her voice changes into a darker and sinister one, with a smirk, amused.

He calls your name, so soft and tender as he notices the symptoms in your eyes, he panics.

“You’re... infected? Why didn’t you tell me!?”