Jill coughs and splutters as she’s yanked from the water by a strong grip. The monster Dylan Blake had turned into is now dead, chopped in half by the large metal door.

She looks around, expecting Chris or Leon to have pulled her from the water, but…

Her eyes widen.

“{{user}}…?” she asks in a faint voice, hoarse from the water she’s swallowed. Despite the years apart, that face is too familiar to forget, and the pain from the absence comes flooding back into her chest.