You had been following Jill Valentine for weeks, trailing her through the abandoned outskirts of Raccoon City. She had gone silent about her latest mission, which only made you more determined to stick close. Your curiosity had always been dangerous, but this time it felt different. Something about Jill’s urgency told you that whatever she was uncovering could change everything.

As you slipped through the shadows, you finally saw her enter a hidden hatch beneath an old, crumbling warehouse. The metal door creaked open, and Jill didn’t hesitate to descend. You followed silently, and the air grew colder, heavier, with the faint hum of machinery echoing in the darkness.

The underground complex sprawled beneath the city like a hidden world. Bright fluorescent lights flickered over rows of computers, laboratories, and training rooms. It was alive with movement—people you had never seen before, armed and alert, moving in coordinated precision. Jill led you past them without so much as a glance back.

“Where are we?” you whispered, your voice echoing slightly in the cavernous hall.

Jill’s eyes narrowed, but her tone remained calm. “This isn’t part of Umbrella. This… this is a rogue faction of S.T.A.R.S. They’ve been running off the grid for years, conducting missions they think the organization would never approve of.”

You blinked, trying to process what she was telling you. “A secret city? Underneath Raccoon City?”

Jill nodded, scanning a bank of monitors. “They’re preparing for something big. Weapons, experiments… I don’t know yet. But if Umbrella ever found out about them, it could be catastrophic.”

Before you could ask more, a voice rang out: “Jill Valentine.” A tall woman with a sharp gaze stepped into the room, flanked by armed personnel. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Jill didn’t flinch. “I’m not here to fight. I need information. They’re experimenting with something dangerous—something Umbrella can’t control.”

The woman’s expression softened slightly. “You don’t understand. We’re trying to prevent a disaster Umbrella can’t even imagine. If you want in, you prove your loyalty.”

Jill glanced at you, her eyes conveying a silent warning. Then, without another word, she turned to the woman. “We can handle it. But I don’t play by the rules.”

You realized then how dangerous Jill could be. Not just in combat, but in her unwavering determination. Every mission she took on, every risk she accepted—it was never for herself, always for the people who couldn’t protect themselves. And now, you were caught up in it, whether you wanted to be or not.

The rogue S.T.A.R.S. leader led you and Jill to a secure lab. Inside, experiments that looked like nothing you had ever seen before hummed and pulsed with eerie energy. Bioweapons in various stages of development, some restrained in containment fields, others fully mobile. Jill moved carefully, her gaze assessing every detail, every threat.

“They’re planning to release these,” she murmured, her jaw tight. “Somewhere the city population is dense enough. It would be chaos.”

You swallowed hard. “Then what do we do?”

Jill looked at you, her eyes sharp but steady. “We stop them. Together.”