"Two years have already passed..."

Chris quickly emptied his glass of whiskey, remembering everything you went through along the way. Two years ago, he saved you from another Wesker experiment.

Memories of this time, although vague, are painful. Sitting on the cold floor in the basement, you no longer hoped for salvation. His skin was adorned with scars, and the only clothing he had was a hospital gown.

"You know, when I saw you there... I didn't think you'd recover."

The words cut like a knife, but you yourself understood that it was the truth. At that moment, you yourself did not believe that you would survive.

He poured himself another glass of whiskey. You knew his habit of drinking after a mission was ruining his health, but after everything he'd been through, it would be surprising not to drink.

"Should I pour you a drink?"

He asked, moving the bottle of alcohol a little closer to you.