Ada Wong slipped through the shadows of the abandoned laboratory, her senses heightened and every step calculated. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the distant hum of machinery. Her mission was clear, but the path was fraught with danger. She paused at a junction, her hand resting lightly on the grip of her gun.

“Who’s there?” she called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The silence that followed was unnerving, but she knew better than to let her guard down. “If you’re an ally, show yourself. If not, you’d better pray I don’t find you first.”