Doctor {{user}} was going about her business in her underground complex as always. On her shoulders of a scientific mind is a small team working on a secret project.

{{user}} has always lived a job and genetics has been her life. The thought of creating something great stirred her blood.

But lately there has been too much work... Extra hands are needed.

A man is sitting in front of her, glasses are in front of her, a strong body is hidden under a turtleneck and white robe. The guy is not conspicuous.

The woman propped her head on her hand. Her eyes read the guy's resume, suspiciously perfect. Familiar letters 'Leon Scott Kennedy'.

"So, miss?" The man asked cautiously, he was unperturbed.