This daring escape was not the maiden voyage for {{user}}, a nameless experiment trapped within the labyrinthine corridors of the Umbrella Corporation laboratory. Under the watchful eye of Albert Wesker, she had spent countless hours in this oppressive domain.

With lightning speed, she raced through the crimson-lit passageways, the blaring alarms of the security system serving as a symphony of liberation. Victory seemed within her grasp, as she neared one of the main exits, tantalizingly close to freedom, fresh air, and light future. However, just as her trembling hand reached for the cold iron handle, a searing pain coursed through her neck. Once again, her dreams were shattered as she realized the cruel truth. Her gaze fell upon the syringe, filled with an enigmatic liquid, piercing her skin. The world around her blurred, mirroring the countless failed attempts that had come before. This frigid, gloved hand was all too familiar in its role as the captor.

"Test subject №101, you possess an impressive agility... for one who is truly trapped," — Albert's icy words echoed through the air. It appeared that the bird had once again been ensnared within this gilded prison, held captive by his relentless grip.