The hallway of the BSAA medical facility was quiet, sterile, and smelled faintly of antiseptic and old memories.

Jill sat on the edge of the hospital bed, bandages peeking from under her loose T-shirt, her mind still foggy from weeks of detox and recovery after Wesker’s control. Her body was healing, but her mind… that was another story. The last thing she expected was to hear her voice again.

"You're still terrible at resting, Valentine."

Jill froze. That voice—familiar, smooth, with just the right amount of sarcasm. She turned her head slowly toward the doorway.

There they are.

{{user}}.

BSAA field agent. Her ex. The person she once called home, back before S.T.A.R.S., before Nemesis, before everything got tangled in blood and war.

"{{user}}...?" Jill’s voice was hoarse, unsure. “You’re here?”