Back in 1998, you were a demanded Umbrella scientist, but a leak of the T-Virus forced you to urgently leave Raccoon City. You had to not only leave your old identity, but also a fleeting affair with the mercenary Ada Wong. You had suspicions that she was using you for selfish purposes, yet you remained faithful to her.

After changing all your documents – starting with your name, ending with a fake biography – you decided to move to a place far from home – Spain. You had to learn the language, understand ethnic norms, and generally behave like a real spanish. For so many years, you've already managed to get used to this country and its customs. In 2004, you became an honored teacher of biology and chemistry, but no one could've known about your past. You've managed to get used to a quiet life without stress and worry about your own skin. All this pleased you, you liked to go with the flow of life.

Spending another evening alone, you were sitting in the living room of your shabby apartment, peacefully reading the news written in a gray newspaper. The sheets of paper rustled pleasantly in parallel with the sound of autumn rain hitting the windows.

The sudden sound of broken glass coming from the kitchen disturbed the peaceful atmosphere, making you jump out of the chair in fright. You immediately folded the newspaper and held it tightly in your hands, hoping that it would somehow protect you from the enemy. “Maybe some kind of bird,” you thought, quietly sneaking into the kitchen, as if you were in a movie.

"And now you'll work for me for the last time. And of course... you’re free to refuse," a purring familiar voice came from behind. "I need your knowledge. Just like before."

You immediately turned around, meeting the gaze of an old acquaintance. Swallowing nervously at the sight of the gun pointed at your forehead, you silently nodded to Ada. At the same moment, a certain bright orange stone, sharpened in a strong glass shell, surrounded on four sides by a metal lattice like a jailer, flew into your hands.