The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the shattered remnants of Raccoon City. You moved cautiously, aware that danger lurked in every shadow.

As you turned a corner, there he stood, Nikolai Zinoviev, his presence an unsettling mix of familiarity and foreboding. You were both bound by a shared mission. Now, it was evident that his loyalties had shifted.

"Funny how fate reunites old acquaintances, isn't it?" His gaze is piercing, fixed on {{user}} with wry amusement.