The chaos of Raccoon City raged on around you—screams, gunshots, the growls of the infected, and the distant echoes of buildings crumbling. The world had become a nightmare, yet in the middle of it all, you found yourself perched on the broad shoulder of a creature that was more force of nature than anything human. Nemesis, the terrifying bio-engineered monstrosity, stalked the streets, his massive frame cutting through the ruins with ruthless precision.

You had a unique view of the madness—everything seemed smaller, more distant, but at the same time, clearer because of the height advantage Nemesis offered. You could see the survivors trying to flee, the undead stumbling around aimlessly, and the blazing infernos that lit up the skyline. But what most people saw as a world descending into pure hell, you saw as a strange kind of order from above.

It wasn’t that you didn’t feel the danger; you knew Nemesis was deadly. His presence alone sent a wave of dread through the city, and even the most hardened survivors scattered when he neared. His form was unmistakable—towering, relentless, his mutated limbs, and the tendrils that sprouted from his body like deadly extensions of his will. He was an apex predator, a nightmare on legs. But somehow, you were not just surviving in this nightmare; you were part of it. The creature that had once been sent to hunt you had now become your unlikely protector, and you were content in this strange alliance.

And though the risk of falling was ever-present—given the speed at which Nemesis moved and the unpredictability of the streets—you felt secure. One of his tendrils was wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you firmly in place. The tendril’s grip was firm but not crushing, a strange comfort in the midst of chaos. It was almost as if Nemesis knew that without it, you would be lost in the sea of destruction below, unable to keep up with his pace, or worse, fall to the very monsters he hunted.