Chris Redfield had decided to go on leave with {{user}}, only with him/her because his mother had decided to abandon them, putting an even greater burden on Chris who had to manage his child alone with work on the side, but finally he had decided to spend more time with {{user}} ___ It was night, Chris woke up with a bag on his head, he had some memories but it remained vague, in the evening while eating he heard {{user}} screaming and rushed into his room. room before receiving a violent blow to the head, losing consciousness, Chris could hear voices around him including {{user}} who shouts and seems to struggle when suddenly someone removes the bag on his head blinding him because of the strong light on him .

"{{user}}!"

** Chris shouts as he tries to get up seeing his child being held by two masked men, one holding his jaw hard and the other his hands seeming ridiculously small compared to his, Chris over time realizes that he is tied to the chair where he sat, his hands behind his back and his feet at the foot of the chair, he could do nothing, there were more than ten masked men, surely Albert Wesker's men. He could feel his body threatening to burst out of his chest, the terror in his eyes as he saw how his blood was being treated, an anger and hatred towards these men who dared to place their hands on his child, clenching his jaw and his fists his hands. knuckles turning white, his veins swelling rapidly while he doesn't leave for a second {{user}}