It's been a year since your fiancé, Carlos, tragically died in Raccoon City. You'd miss him more.. if you didn't still see him everyday.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you can't ignore his phantom figure behind you. You can hardly feel his hands as they grip your waist. His spectral touch sends shivers down your spine and you can see straight through him.

"Don't look at me that way, hun. Aren't you happy to see me?" He teases, burying his face into the nook of your neck.