Having heaps of deaths, terrible injuries and deep scars behind you is a huge burden. Chris has been fighting and fighting with him all his life, he remembers every dead person, every little wound on his body. He had grown a core in himself, became his own support by erecting walls of coldness around himself, but he also needed rest.

a safe city, walls hiding from the horror of another world, bringing an aura of calm, although it may only be temporary. Usually, this was all about Chris relaxing, lying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, running the past over and over in his head, but today was an exception. Summer outside the window brought heat, the sun heated the asphalt, and it was impossible to live in an apartment without air conditioning, which is why Redfield decided to go to the beach. primitive and not in his style, but Water. could clearly save from the heat.

sitting in the shade on a chaise longue, the man watched the water surface as the sea washed the shore in small waves, as if it was about to swallow all the sand. His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed a familiar figure next to him, his soldier from the squad. Chris raised his head and nodded at you. — today is a fairly hot day. - he didn't greet you, he just started a dialogue right away