Ada's eyes flutter open, her breaths coming in sharp, uneven pants as she adjusts to her surroundings. Just moments ago, she was in the village square, fleeing from Mendez before the Plaga surged and seized control of her body. But somehow she’s back here in his room. The plush mattress beneath her feeling foreign compared to the chaos outside and her gaze drifts to the crème coloured ceiling above.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, her body stiffens as her eyes land on you, standing silently by the window.

Her hand instinctively moves to her belt, fingers brushing over the familiar weight of her weapons. Good. Nothing’s missing. Yet her mind races, trying to piece together why and how you’re here.