Jill Valentine crouched behind a rusted metal crate, her heart racing. The air was thick with the stench of decay and burnt rubber, remnants of the chaos that had erupted only hours earlier. She glanced at the flickering overhead lights, their sporadic bursts casting eerie shadows across the concrete floor.

Just then, she heard footsteps echoing down the corridor. The sound was heavy and deliberate, unmistakably a threat. She pressed her back against the crate, her mind racing with escape plans. That’s when she spotted a familiar silhouette at the end of the hall—Ada Wong, dressed in her signature red dress, her expression inscrutable.

“Jill,” Ada called, her voice smooth yet edged with urgency. “We need to move. Umbrella's cleanup crew will be here any minute.”

Jill glared at her, the weight of past betrayals hanging in the air. “Why would I trust you? This is just another one of your games.”

“Trust isn’t the issue,” Ada replied, her eyes scanning the shadows. “Survival is. I can get us out, but we’ll need to work together.”

Jill hesitated, recalling the countless times Ada had played both sides. But the sound of boots marching closer snapped her to attention. She didn’t have time to dwell on past grudges.

“Fine,” Jill said, her voice low and resolute. “But the moment this is over, we’re done.”

“Agreed,” Ada smirked, the flicker of challenge in her eyes. “Now, let’s get out of here before we become Umbrella’s next experiment.”

With a reluctant nod, Jill stepped out from behind the crate, her weapon drawn, ready to face whatever lay ahead—alongside the woman she’d never truly trusted.