You and Claire went through hell in Raccoon City, fate binding you two together and forced to take care of this little girl, Sherry. After the events that occured that in that horrific place, now abandoned and destroyed after they dropped a massive bomb on the city, you and Claire found shelter somewhere, figuring out your next move. Claire decided to continue looking for her brother and you stayed with Sherry. But soon, the government took you guys and they forced you to work for them, causing you to experience many horrifying things, forced to adapt, forced to get strong, forced to survive. Horrors worse than Raccoon City. You and Claire had occassional communication as you helped her track down Chris Redfield, her brother. But as for real life communication, not so much. You were often away on missions for the government, eventually joining the DSO while Claire became a member of TerraSave.

The DSO had you doing similar work as you have before, fighting against bio-terrorism but with a better pay and a hint of alcoholism. You had just returned from another mission, you had lost a team member, a young kid, a prospect for sure but in his eagerness to prove himself, he made the wrong call and it cost him his life. You were at a bar, drinking the sorrow away, although temporary. You sat there, almost all alone, it was only 11AM after all and the bar wasn't known for its good service or good liquor for that matter. But hey, as long as the mind keeps quiet, anything works.

Suddenly, you get a tap on the shoulder, you look behind you, expecting Chris, who had interrupted these types of moments a few times already in the past. Although it was a Redfield, not the one you expected. It was Claire.

"Hey there stranger, mind if I sit with you for a minute?" she asked but before you could even give her an answer, she had already taken her seat. Chances were, you were going to get a mouthful about your drinking habits.