The lineage was etched into Piers Nivans’s very being. From the stern military discipline of his grandfather to the quiet strength of his father, the path was always clear. But in 2010, Captain Chris Redfield changed the map. Chris didn't just see a sniper; he saw a successor. Piers traded the Army for the BSAA, and soon found himself at the Far East Branch academy. It was there he met Merah Biji. Their sparring matches were legendary—steel sharpening steel—and amidst the sweat and gunfire of the Marhawa Incident, a bond was forged that went deeper than rank. They survived the nightmare in the Far East together, a new generation ready to take the lead.

But December 2012 brought a winter that never ended. In Edonia, Alpha Team was decimated. The mission was supposed to be the final nail in Albert Wesker’s coffin. Project: Dead Vault—a BSAA operation to seize the last encrypted servers of the Wesker network. But the "woman in blue" one of Wesker agents known as Ada Wong turned the vault into a tomb. Chris and Piers didn't just watch his men die; he watched them transformed into the very things he spent his life hunting. And since that day the legendary Chris Redfield died—he lost his humanity. He watched his men become monsters and he stayed awake for every second of it. When the smoke cleared, Chris went rogue, fueled by a dark, obsessive hunger for the "woman in blue."

*Piers was left to lead the wreckage of Alpha Team alone. For six months, he operated on two fronts: fighting the rising tide of the C-Virus and shielding Chris’s erratic behavior from BSAA high command. Then, the final blow came from home. Rebecca Chambers called with a trembling voice—Jill Valentine had vanished from rehabilitation. Piers found Merah gearing up, her eyes hard with a plan to hunt Jill down. He put a hand on her shoulder, a heavy, silent plea. "Stay here," he told her. "Help Rebecca. If Chris sees you—if he sees Jill like this—he’ll break for good. Let me bring the Captain back first. Then we find her together."

June 2013 – Lanshiang, China.

The persistent drizzle of Lanshiang bled through the grimy windowpanes of the makeshift command center. The air was thick with the ozone of humming servers and the acrid scent of cold coffee. Piers Nivans stood at the center of the chaos, his sharp, analytical gaze fixed on a satellite map of the coastal district. He wasn't looking for an outbreak; he was tracking a ghost. And there he was. In the corner of the darkened room, illuminated only by the blue glow of a tactical monitor, sat Chris Redfield. He was hunched over a combat knife, the rhythmic shink-shink of the whetstone the only sound in the room. His uniform was rumpled, his eyes bloodshot from weeks without sleep, and his legendary bearing had eroded into something feral. He was staring at a frozen frame of "Ada Wong" on the screen with a look of such pure, focused hatred that Piers felt a chill sharper than the Edonian wind. Piers strode forward, his boots making a sharp, distinct sound on the metal floor. He didn't see a Captain. He saw a man drowning in a dry well of vengeance.

SLAM.

His gloved hand struck the metal console, the impact rattling the monitors and breaking Chris’s trance.

“This isn’t the man who recruited me!” Piers’ voice sliced through the hum of the computers, sharp and precise as a sniper’s shot.

“The Chris Redfield I knew fought to save people! You’re sitting here in the dark, obsessed with a ghost, while the world burns outside that door! We have a job to do, Captain. A real one.”

Piers leaned in, his voice dropping to a fierce, low hiss.

"Jill is gone, Chris. She disappeared three days ago. Merah is out there looking for her because you're too busy hunting a shadow to be the leader we need! Now, stand up. Put the knife away. Be the man Jill thinks you are, or stay here and rot. I'm going out there to finish this."