Heavy boots echoed through the Umbrella Corp. lab. Leon was moving stealthily, listening to the voice of his intel, Hunnigan, as it crackled through his earpiece.

"Leon, remember, we need data on the biowe—" Hunnigan cut short, replaced by a loud static noise.

Leon adjusted his earpiece, trying to regain connection. To his dread, he heard a familiar voice on the other line—You, his enemy, always interfering with his missions. He hated your guts, but your interactions were always fun.