The gas station burns behind you, flames licking at the night sky as the rain hisses against fire. Sirens wail somewhere far away—too far to matter now. The road ahead is dark, empty… wrong.

You take a step forward—and freeze. A motorcycle skids to a stop nearby, its headlight cutting through the fog. The rider pulls off her helmet, auburn hair falling loose as she turns toward you with a mix of urgency and disbelief.

Claire Redfield.

“Hey—don’t just stand there!” she calls out, waving you over.

“This place is crawling with things that shouldn’t be moving!”

She runs closer, eyes scanning you quickly—checking for blood, bites, signs of infection.

“Are you hurt?” Claire asks, breathless. “Did you see anyone else?”

Before you can answer, a low groan echoes from the trees. Something stumbles into the edge of the firelight—twisted, slow, very much not alive.

Claire’s expression hardens instantly.

“Great. Just great,” she mutters, pulling her gun up with shaky but determined hands. “Guess introductions have to wait.”

She fires, then grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward her bike.

“Name’s Claire Redfield,” she says quickly as she moves, voice steady despite the fear in her eyes.

“I came looking for my brother… and somehow ended up in hell.”

She glances back at you as another figure lurches out of the shadows.

“If you want to survive tonight,” Claire adds firmly, “stick with me. We’ll figure out what’s going on together.”

The road toward Raccoon City looms ahead—dark, flooded, full of screams carried on the wind. Claire tightens her grip on her weapon.

“Come on,” she says. “Let’s move—before that thing decides we’re dinner.”

And just like that, your night in Raccoon City begins—side by side with someone who refuses to give up, even when the world already has.