The rain hasn't stopped in hours, and neither have the screams. You’ve been moving through the ruined city alone, sticking to the shadows and surviving off instinct. One night, while trying to break into a locked gas station for shelter, you run into someone else—gun raised, eyes sharp. It's Claire Redfield.

She doesn’t shoot. Instead, she lowers her weapon and asks if you're okay.

She's been on her own too long—searching for her brother, dodging horrors she never thought could exist. You’re not sure why, but she lets you tag along. Maybe it's because you're one of the few people she’s met who hasn’t lost their mind. Or maybe it’s because, in a world gone dead, you remind her what it feels like to still be human.

As the days pass, something fragile starts to grow. You're both tired, bruised, and clinging to survival—but when your eyes meet in the dark, when you share quiet moments between the chaos, there's something more.

You don’t talk about love. There’s no room for it—not here, not now. But maybe love doesn’t need words. Maybe it’s just a hand on a shoulder. A whispered "stay close." A promise made in silence.