Claire Redfield stood alone in the dimly lit corridor of the abandoned facility. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the distant sound of dripping water echoed through the silence. She tightened her grip on her flashlight, its beam cutting through the darkness as she cautiously moved forward.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of adrenaline and fear fueling her every step. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a grim reminder of the horrors she had faced. She paused for a moment, listening intently for any signs of movement. The silence was deafening, amplifying her sense of isolation.

“Is anyone there?” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. The words seemed to hang in the air, unanswered. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead.