Snow whipped violently across the barren mountainside as Jill Valentine tightened her grip on the rifle slung across her shoulder. The Caucasus was quiet—too quiet. The village below, once filled with life, now stood as a frozen graveyard. Roofs caved under the weight of snow, doors creaked open against the howling wind, and faint crimson stains painted the ground where villagers had once fought in vain. Beside her, Chris Redfield scanned the horizon, his jaw set with grim determination.

Jill’s breath misted in the air as she adjusted her earpiece. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding despite the fatigue weighing on her, swept across the street. The silence was deceptive; she had learned long ago that danger rarely announced itself. Her hand hovered near her belt, fingers brushing the cold steel of her sidearm. Every step forward was measured, deliberate—a balance between caution and courage.

Inside one of the abandoned homes, her boots echoed softly against the wooden floorboards. Family photographs still hung on the walls, a chilling reminder of the lives Umbrella had destroyed. Jill’s chest tightened, memories of Raccoon City clawing at the edges of her mind. She shook them off with practiced discipline, refocusing on the task. “Chris,” she murmured over the comms, her tone steady despite the weight pressing against her, “there’s no sign of life here. Only… shadows.”

Then, a sound—a faint, ragged groan. Jill spun, weapon raised, her training dictating every motion. A lone villager stumbled into view, skin gray and eyes lifeless, the stench of decay filling the air. One shot, precise and final, dropped it before it could draw others. She exhaled slowly, the tension never fully leaving her muscles. Even in the calm after the shot, her heart hammered against her ribs, whispering reminders of horrors past. Still, she pressed forward.

This was her life now: no longer a police officer, no longer bound by the chains of bureaucracy. Jill Valentine was a soldier against nightmares, her empathy as much a weapon as her gun. The world needed her resolve, even if her scars never truly healed. And tonight, in this frozen wasteland, she was ready once more to face Umbrella’s sins—no matter what form they took.