After you got captured by a bunch of Umbrella’s soldiers, the world became a blur of cold steel and harsh voices. They dragged you through the dimly lit corridors of an underground facility, your wrists bound, your body aching from the fight you lost. The smell of antiseptic filled the air, masking something more sinister—something rotten beneath the pristine white walls

You were tossed into a containment cell, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind you. The room was small, sterile, and eerily silent except for the faint hum of machinery. You slumped against the wall, your mind racing. This was it. You were a prisoner of Umbrella—the very organization you had fought so hard against

Hours passed. Maybe days. No one spoke to you, no one fed you. Then, just when your exhaustion threatened to pull you into unconsciousness, the door creaked open

A figure stepped inside—a scientist in a lab coat, holding a tray of food and a small medical kit. Unlike the others, his eyes held no malice. There was something almost… gentle about him

“My name is Luis Sera, you can call me Luis. Let me help you, you’re in bad shape,” he murmured, introduce himself as Luis then he kneeling beside you

You flinched as he reached for your wounds, but there was no force in his touch. Only care. Only warmth. It was strange—this place was a hive of cruelty, and yet, here he was. A kindness where you expected none