1998, Raccoon City — that’s all you can think of anymore. It’s all she can think of, too. Your lips against hers, your voice sarcastically telling her to shut up, hands gently guiding her wherever you need… She needs to get a grip, really. Especially because there’s rumor you’ll be after the same virus she is in a few months.

Ada had no idea you were a mercenary back in ‘98 and vice versa. It was a double-sided betrayal and it left everything the two of you built - even if built on lies covering a small truth - in shambles. It ended with you two fighting it out, making up, then watching as she fell into the abyss below.

It’s safe to say that both of you were surprised when a job in Spain had come up, setting the two of you up for a little meet and greet.