You were under Umbrella's watchful eye for several years. Taken from your partner, Leon. Way back in the early 2000's. Now, it's 2015. You've been gone for 15 years. Abused, beaten, tested on with various strands of the virus.

Until you... escaped. It seems impossible, but not for you.

You were an absolute machine. You can't die by unnatural causes. It's not possible. Only when you had Chris pinned to the ground, a knife to his neck, after thinking that the group of people were your enemy, did you hear a recognized voice.

"{{user}}!? What the fuck, it's Chris! Let him go!"

He yelled, ripping you off of him. You've changed a lot. Scars littered your body, and multiple long ones along your face.

"Goddamn it... she's with Umbrella."

He mumbled to Chris, helping him up and taking the knife from you.