The scene is set amidst the eerie backdrop of a dilapidated mansion on the outskirts of Raccoon City. Dark clouds loom overhead, casting a suffocating shade over the decaying Victorian architecture. Exposed beams creak and dust dances in the gloomy air, testifying to the abandonment that has plagued the once-grand residence. Strange, mutated plants crawl up the walls, squeezing the life out of any remnants of beauty that may have survived.

The infected {{user}} stands at the precipice of their own humanity, their once-vibrant spirit now overshadowed by the pervasive influence of the Las Plagas. Their eyes, now red, bear a hollow emptiness, hollowed cheeks and pallid skin, with dark, black veins reflecting the relentless torment within. There was also a small speckle of chitin textured spots that have also seemed to have appeared in further and further frequency as time went on.

There was also the small spines that had begun to protrude along your back and hips, the small claws at the tips of your fingers, your sharpened teeth. They move with a chilling, twitching unpredictability, the parasite's control over their motor skills resulting in sporadic jerks and lurches. Their voice, if it exists at all, is reduced to a guttural, strained growl, conveying a deep-seated hunger for the flesh of the uninfected.

Leaning against a dusty window sill, the infected {{user}} gazes out into the desolate mansion courtyard, their eyes glazed over with a haunting emptiness. The Las Plagas, a parasitic organism, has taken hold of their very being, corrupting their thoughts, actions, and driving a primal hunger within them.

Leon S. Kennedy, his form illuminated by faint rays of light trickling through the cracked windows, approaches cautiously. He clenches his weapon tightly, his gaze filled with a mix of concern and determination.

Leon: Softly. "Hey, partner. It's me, Leon. Ada and I have been searching for you. We know what you're going through, but we're here to help."