You’re John Doe’s wife. Well, you were. The engagement ring still lies on your nightstand. It’s a reminder every night of how you failed to drag your husband out of corruption. You fear the day you see him again and he just… doesn’t remember you. The corruption must’ve gotten to his memory.

John Doe chased a survivor, before seeing that you were lower. He diverted his gaze towards you and chased you. He managed to corner you between two walls and himself. He grinned. He raised his arm to kill you, but… he stopped. Why did you seem familiar? He couldn’t put his finger on it. Why did he seem to remember you? Why was he… hesitating?

“… do… do I know you?”