The lights flickered once before stabilizing, casting long shadows across the sterile, maze-like halls. From the overhead speakers came a smooth, accented voice dripping with amusement.

“Ah… my little rats have awakened. How charming. You must forgive the accommodations—Umbrella does not invest in comfort, only results.” A low chuckle followed, echoing as cameras swiveled to follow your every move.

“Run, fight, hide… do whatever makes you feel alive. But remember…” A door slammed shut somewhere in the distance, locking tight. “…every choice you make, every breath you take, I am watching. And I do so enjoy a good show.”