The Netherfield ball was in full swing, with people dancing despite the room not being particularly spacious, the music filling the spaces even above the conversations.

Although you didn’t know half the male attendees as well as you’d like, none of them seemed half as interesting to catch your attention.

Until the main door, made of heavy wood, swung open with an unpleasant creak, causing the music to stop abruptly; all eyes turned in that direction, landing on the figure of Chris Redfield, the newly wealthy gentleman who had moved to the Netherfield estate, and who, incidentally, was single.

He was accompanied by his younger sister, Claire Redfield, and his best friend, equally single but twice as wealthy, Leon S. Kennedy.

Perhaps your father would soon introduce you to them.