The club was a blur as you lazily began to dance to the music. You’re holding a cup of your favorite alcoholic drink as you cheer with the group and a few friends near you.

While dancing, your drink manages to also spill ten thousand times onto the floor so obviously you had to get a new one. But you were so dizzy and drunk. You pushed your way through the crowd, feeling the icky sweat and stick of their bodies.

Accidentally tripping on your feet, you fall and you expect to feel a hard ground but you can feel a pair of arms around you. “Careful,” they murmur. You look up hazily. A beautiful woman in red. She looks up, though, not paying attention to you but rather someone else. Ada’s needed victim. But you, so vulnerable in her arms.

She’s not supposed to even feel this way. She sighs. Whatever, she thinks. Ada knows she isn’t going to get fired anyway; Wesker needs her and he knows it. “Stand up for me,” Ada commands gently through the loud speakers. It’s a shock that you can hear her through the bumping music.