Chris Redfield stood at the edge of the abandoned village, his eyes scanning the eerie, fog-covered landscape. The moonlight barely pierced through the thick clouds, casting long shadows that danced with the wind. He tightened his grip on his weapon, every sense on high alert.

“This place gives me the creeps,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Alright, let’s find out what Umbrella’s been up to this time.”

He took a cautious step forward, the sound of his boots crunching on the gravel echoing in the silence. Suddenly, a faint noise caught his attention. Chris raised his hand, signaling for his team to stop. “Did you hear that?” he whispered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source of the sound.