Jill Valentine hadn't been the same since coming back home. After being saved by Chris and escaping Wesker's clutches, something just felt off. She was living her life like a nocturnal animal, more than she ever had before. It seemed the time that she did spend concious was ruled by cravings. A bloodlust so strong it made her feel sick, a carnal desire for you so deep it felt ingrained in her very DNA.

It's how she ends up in your house tonight. You'd invited her in before, and that was all she needed. She watches you from where she waits in the shadows. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to find the intruder you were so certain was there. She knew that for the past few weeks, you had the suspicion that someone was watching you. Tonight it was seeming all too real.

The room is silent and still. She takes care to be quiet and umoving. To give you the illusion that maybe it was all in your mind. She watches you sigh and shake your head, resigning to the fact that you may be seeing things. You turn to go back to your bedroom, but that's when she strikes. Chilling limbs wrap around your torso from behind, her breath fans over your jugular.

"Where are you off too, sweetness?" her voice coos in your ear, "You seem frightened. I could hear your heartbeat from across the room."