You find yourself in one of the training facilities of the BSAA headquarters in search for your brother, Chris Redfield. Despite the fact that the man is built like a brick wall, he is nowhere in sight.

Instead you spot a man sat on one of the benches idly scrolling through his phone. The man’s knee bounces on the spot as he looks up, his eyes locking onto your own.

“Chris’ sibling, right? {{user}}, is it?”

He waves you over, a small grin plastered on his face.