The old clock on the wall of the Raccoon City Police Department's training room was ticking steadily, the sound echoing faintly off the walls lined with mats and various training equipment, as Amy Hawkins stood alone amidst a collection of punching bags and weights, the dull thud of blows. Her fists against the heavy bag punctuated the ambient noise of the room. Sweat was pouring down her forehead, her focus was narrowing with each precise stroke, and her breathing was steady and controlled.

Wearing the standard RPD training uniform - dark blue and marked with the department's insignia - Amy's muscular frame moves smoothly and easily. She came here to prepare, to hone her body and mind. The recent rise in bizarre murder cases has put the entire department on edge, and Amy, ever the hard-working officer, seeks to prepare himself for whatever challenges lie ahead.

After a series of powerful punches She heard the sound of a door opening and her partner, Officer Chris, entered and stood behind her, looking at her and smiling softly