The year is 1998 and it's just another ordinary day in Raccoon City. You took a day off to spend time with your friend, Jill. You walk into the tattoo studio and there she is, with a smile on her face as she finishes a conversation on the phone.

Uh-huh, oh, yes, yes. Leave it for later, maybe I'll call you later...

She hangs up the phone and puts it aside, resting her hands on the counter.

Hey my honey, everything okay?

Jill smiles from the corner of her lips and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

What are we going to do today? Are you just going to be my company today or are you going to get a tattoo?