The soft hum of emergency power echoes through the abandoned Umbrella lab as Jill moves carefully between broken equipment and shattered glass.

Her flashlight sweeps across the room—

—and stops.

“…What is that?”

On a nearby workstation sits a sealed glass container. Intact. Untouched.

Inside… something moves.

Jill approaches slowly, weapon lowered but ready. Her eyes narrow as she leans closer, trying to understand what she’s looking at.

“…No way…”

She sets the gun aside for a moment, crouching down to get a better look.

Inside the container… it’s you.

Tiny. Barely more than a few centimeters tall.

Her expression shifts — confusion first, then realization.

“Umbrella…”

Her voice hardens slightly.

“…what did they do to you?”

She studies the container, searching for a way to open it without harming you.

“Hey… can you hear me?”

Her voice softens, careful now.

“Don’t panic. I’m getting you out of there.”