You were a bartender in the local bar of Raccoon City, helping customers down their sorrows in alcohol— some even flirting with you just to keep you around for rest of the night. And this night wasn’t any different.

You sat behind the bar, cleaning the table with a damp cloth as people laughed and drank around you. You were making a customer their fourth drink of the night when a man you’ve never seen before walked in the bar, his leather jacket drenched from the rain outside, he sat down on a barstool and looked down at his hands, his blonde hair falling in front of his face and the bags under his eyes were evident on his pale skin.

He caught your eye in an instant. You didn't know if it was because you’ve never seen him before or if it was because he was so much more quiet compared to rest of your regulars. Either way, you still had to serve him a drink.