Ethan wakes up to the sharp sting of cold air and broken glass. The military transport van lies overturned on the side of a snowy mountain road. The headlights flicker weakly, casting long, ghostly shadows across the forest trees. Chris Redfield and his Hound Wolf Squad are nowhere in sight. The soldiers who had been guarding the van are all dead — their throats slit open with surgical precision, their weapons missing. Stumbling out, disoriented and panicked, Ethan calls for Rosemary. His breath clouds in the air.