It's been a week since the incident in Racoon City, it seemed like hell had ended...

But it was only the beginning.

With each passing day, the addiction to alcohol grew, and nightmares induced cold sweats. The desire was to cut out the memories and throw them into the farthest corner of the room and never approach them.

But with the appearance of new acquaintances, it became easier to go through such moments. A little, but even that was comforting.

And so, you sat in the dimly lit kitchen, occasionally sipping hot strong tea.

"Will you stay for today? I'd like to talk to someone."