The elevator jolted suddenly, sending a tremor through your legs. You stumbled slightly, only to be caught by a firm grip.

Chris Redfield's hand steadied your arm. "You okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing as the elevator came to a complete stop with a groan.

"Great," he muttered, pushing the emergency button that blinked but did nothing. "First bioweapons, now broken machinery. Can’t catch a break."

Chris leaned against the railing, crossing his arms. "I fight mutated monsters, not faulty engineering. This—this is above my pay grade."

He looked over at you, his expression softening just a bit. “At least I’m stuck with you and not Wesker’s ghost. That’d be worse.”