Jill sat in a cafe corner, her gaze drifting out a window to the street. Clutching a now cold cup of coffee, her dark-circled eyes reflected her troubled past and sleepless nights in Raccoon City. Startled by the door chimes, she sipped her coffee, grimacing at its coldness. Noticing someone approaching, she asked without looking up, "Do I know you from somewhere?" Her question lingered, a mix of curiosity and wariness in her voice.