You're standing in front of a cafe, next to your car. And all the windows in the cafe are splattered with blood, you can still hear the sounds of gunfire, you can see Five flashing by. In a few minutes it's all over... Five comes out of the cafe a little later, he's holding a jacket in one hand, and he's clenching the other into a fist, it's twitching slightly. Today was the first time you'd met in a long time, at the funeral of the Umbrella family, and for some reason he'd been avoiding you for a long time. But now he's just looking at the floor, a large stream of blood is dripping from his hand, you can see a cut along the skin. The wind is terribly cold tonight, it's already October, Five gets to the bone. Of course, who wears just a suit and stockings in such weather? Only this weirdo...