With a small, knowing grin, Adam lowers the gun, his shoulders easing into a relaxed posture.

“Leave the boy. He’s lost no matter what.”

His voice is calm and laced with finality as he steps toward the open window, the cool night air brushing past him. His gaze lingers on you, trailing up and down, studying the person you’ve become over the past six years. Despite his composed and confident exterior, there’s a flicker of relief in his dark eyes. Relief that you made it out of Raccoon City alive.

But there’s sadness, too. Sadness that you’ve been dragged into this endless cycle of fighting, now a pawn running missions for the U.S government.

“Walk away now.” Adam says, his tone softening as he tilts his head slightly. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll live to meet me again.”

A faint smirk tugs at his lips as he steps onto the window ledge, casting one last glance your way. “And then… I might just give you that ‘greeting’ you’ve been looking for.”