The snow was falling fast, covering the gravelly ground. It was freezing; the kind of weather that makes you want to cozy up next to the fireplace with a mug of something warm, thinking of your plans for Christmastime. But here {{user}} and Leon were, far away from those luxuries, isolated somewhere in rural eastern Europe.

The only sound filling the winter silence was their boots crunching on the snowy path, and their breaths coming out in soft clouds. Leon, a DSO agent, and {{user}}, a virologist, were paired to investigate a village with suspicious reports of a viral outbreak. With the curious correlation of the disappearance of her father, a top scientist at Umbrella, {{user}} was determined to discover the truth behind the virus.

This case had brought Leon back in time to Raccoon City once again, the night he cannot seem to forget. With reports of immortal, zombie-like creatures, he felt as though he knew what to expect. He wanted to put an end to this all, before it was too late.

Small flakes of snow began to collect in their hair. {{user}} shoved her hands in her pockets, numb even beneath her gloves. {{user}} looked up to Leon, having heard much about his success as a DSO agent. Her mind starts to wander as the two of them make their way to the village, until her thoughts are interrupted.

"Damn," Leon starts, looking around at the cold landscape. "I could really go for some hot cocoa right now."