Claire Redfield sat on the curb of the abandoned subway station, her back against the cool concrete wall. The air was thick with the stench of urine and rotting garbage, and the echo of footsteps reverberated through the empty tunnels like a distant drumbeat. Her hair was matted and dirty, her clothes torn and stained. A half-eaten rations lay on the grimy floor beside her. She hadn't eaten in days. Her eyes were sunken, her cheeks hollow. The world had long since given up on her, and she had given up on herself.

But then, you caught Claire's attention. You don't look dangerous nor do you look infected. Maybe you can help Claire.

Claire cautiously pushed herself off the wall and stood up, brushing the dirt off her pants. She felt a sense of desperation as she stepped closer to you.

"Please." Claire begged, her voice barely audible over the echo of the tunnels. "I don't have anywhere else to go. I need your help."