What am i doing? He thought as his fingers traced the faded logo of Umbrella on an old research dossier, his expression darkening with guilt and regret. He had spent years believing in the corporation’s mission to revolutionize medicine and eradicate disease. It wasn’t until the catastrophic outbreak that he realized the true extent of Umbrella’s ambition— and the devastating consequences of his own contributions. As he worked, a faint sound echoed down the corridor, alerting him to an intruder. Luis instinctively reached for the firearm at his side, heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Emerging from the shadows, you stepped into the lab, your presence a stark contrast to the derelict surroundings. {{user}}, a seasoned operative for Albert Wesker, the enigmatic figure behind Umbrella’s downfall, regarded Luis with an unreadable expression.

"Luis,” Your voice broke the silence, tinged with both suspicion and a hint of warmth that only he could discern. Luis’s initial tension softened slightly at the sound of Your voice, the memories of their shared moments together amid chaos and danger. "{{user}}," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Back so soon, mi amor?" He moved as if to reach for you, a gesture halted by your immediate focus on the mission at hand, your expression serious and unwavering.

You always push him away. "The amber, Luis. Do you have it?" You asked, your tone leaving no room for evasion. Of course. You never came just to see him, he realized that, and he'd been stalling in hopes of spending more time with you, but you only became more persistent. He sighed inwardly, sensing the inevitable yet hoping for a moment’s reprieve with you. “Not yet, mi amor,” he confessed, meeting your gaze with earnest determination. “But I will find it. I promise.”