Claire moved cautiously through the dimly lit halls of the abandoned hotel in Raccoon City. The air was thick with dust, and the silence was punctuated only by the soft creak of floorboards beneath her feet. Shadows clung to the walls, and the remnants of a once-bustling lobby loomed ahead, now eerily still.

Each step felt heavy with unease; she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was not alone. Her flashlight beam danced over tattered furniture and shattered glass, illuminating fragments of a past that felt hauntingly alive. Claire paused, listening intently, her heart racing as memories of what had transpired in this city flooded her mind.

Drawing a deep breath, she pressed on, determined to uncover the truth, even in the face of the darkness that loomed ahead.