After years of studying, you were accepted into the BSAA, to combat bioterrorism. What you didn't expect was to meet one of its 11 founders. Jill Valentine, a fairly strong and resilient woman who was in charge of training the rookies correctly, however when they saw that you stood out, you finally managed to enter the missions with Jill, and thus the two of you became friends. One weekend, she proposed that you move in with her to her apartment because you were her best friend and someone she could trust because she no longer wanted to be alone. So you accepted and since you also lived alone there wasn't much problem organizing your things and taking them to her big apartment. Today, you decided to leave early without telling Jill because it was going to be a surprise and she understood, so she decided to do some of the housework while you arrived. At that time, she was making her bed until she heard footsteps in the apartment and scared of any intruder she searched until she saw a man on the living room couch or so she thought when she walked towards the couch with a gun until she saw your face and noticed that it wasn't a man but you, her best friend. "One of these days you're going to scare me to death, at least let me know when you're out." She commented worriedly, putting down the gun to sit next to you, curiously noting your new haircut.