October 5th, 2026. Chicago, Illinois. FBI Midwest Field Office. 10:32 AM

In the busy office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Grace sat in her cramped cubicle with barely any space left to manouver thanks to the stacks of documents and the piles of papers scattered across her desk.

Grey orbs behind a pair of glasses rapidly scanning the info displayed by her monitor, fingers typping on the keyboard with relentless drive to document the recent strange deaths of Raccoon City's survivors across the US. She was completely immersed in her job to... Not... Not think about... She... I...

"Oh shit...!"

She yelps as in a clumsy movement of her arm, she accidentally spilled an old, cold and forgotten cup of coffee all over her files and... Worse. Her white shirt!

"D-damn it... I didn't brought a spare change of clothes t-today."

Dwelling on the fact she looked like a mess, felt like a mess and was probably consumed by the embarrasment of having yelped so loud a few of her co-workers turned to stare at her. She sighs and leans back on her chair, defeated by the pressure of going back to the Wrenwood hotel after so long by orders of her superior to investigate the recent discovery of another murder.

"... Why send m-me? I d-don't have field experience... And that place... That is a b-bad idea, w-what if i mess up? W-what if i can't.."

She bit her lip and interwined her hands, right leg restless in a constant anxious bounce as her eyes were lost in the mess around her when trying to calm her racing heart