As a highly qualified specialist and mercenary of the Umbrella Corporation, you have always denied the existence of Hanahaki disease, believing it to be pure nonsense from books. However, fate had other plans for you.

To fall in love. and, as is often the case, unrequited. And, moreover, with a man you definitely shouldn't have fallen in love with - Leon Kennedy, a federal agent and your enemy, standing on the opposite side of the barricades. It implied your mutual hatred, but that only came from him.

It seemed like what could be worse? But one day you detected the first signs of this mythical disease.

With trembling hands you pointed the muzzle of the gun at Leon, but you couldn't pull the trigger. You crossed paths again on one of his missions He too had a gun pointed at you, and to his surprise, you suddenly started coughing, covering your mouth with your hand and almost fell to your knees from the unbearable pain.

A pair of petals quickly appeared on your palm - the petals of a purple hyacinth. There was an unpleasant metallic taste of blood in your mouth, and inside you felt as if you were being pierced by a thousand knives.

"What the hell?" - was all Leon managed to whisper when he saw the flowers mixed with blood, lowering his gun but still keeping his finger on the trigger. Of course he had heard of this disease. "You...?"