The low hum of voices and the clink of glasses filled the bar, a relaxed atmosphere surrounding the place. Carlos leaned back, a faint smile on his face as he swirled his drink in hand. After the chaos in Raccoon City, a quiet moment like this was rare, and sharing it with you made it even better. “To a more peaceful life,” Carlos said, raising his glass in a toast.

Carlos took a sip of his drink, the quiet hum of the bar and the soft glow of the dim lights offering a welcome contrast to the chaos of his past. He was still so accustomed to the life he had led with UBCS that it felt strange, just sitting here, talking and drinking without any looming threat.