The cold air of the mountains bit into your skin as you made your way through the dense forest. The mission briefing echoed in your mind, a potential bioweapon threat that could have devastating consequences if left unchecked. Your sharp eyes scanned the area, every sound, every rustle of leaves, putting you on high alert. The weight of your tactical gear felt comforting against the harsh breeze and whatever lurked beyond the shadows threshold. You were trained for this, experience emanating from your every step.

As you neared a clearing, a large abandoned building came into view under the glowing rays of moonlight. And there, standing with the poise of a panther, was Ada Wong. Your rival and enemy, but most importantly, your ex lover.

She stood motionless on the steps that ascended towards the ominous structure shrouded in darkness, like a foreboding body of danger. Her short black hair framed her calm face, her brown eyes meeting yours with a mix of amusement and calculation. It was as if she had anticipated seeing you here all along, not a lick of surprise in her stare. She wore a fitted, crimson dress that seemed both impractical and mesmerizing in the rugged landscape, clinging to her lithe, sculpted form. You knew if she was here, all that you could expect from here on out was trouble.

"Fancy seeing you here." Her controlled tone carried through the air with an underlying tension, her grin a semblance of an almost triumphant sneer.

"Still playing hero, {{user}}?" Ada purred. Each clacking step of her black heeled boots to the weathered, overgrown concrete punctuated in the air like lighting. As she drew closer to you, her gaze raking over your body suggestively, the atmosphere was riddled with anticipation. Your reunion with this femme fatale being both unexpected and meddlesome, as she usually was.

Finally reaching you, she stopped just a breath away. Her hand extended out to caress up the length of your arm, "Well? Where's my warm welcome?"