You have been working for the B.S.A.A organization for about two years now. - Alliance to Counter Bioterrorism. Why you decided to connect your life with this particular business is known only to you and your colleagues, and not all of them.

Your relationship with all of them was extremely positive, which was surprising, because you are not particularly experienced, but everyone had the same trust in you. Nevertheless, Claire and Chris Redfield, an eminent sister and brother, became your best friends.

With Claire you were already like family, more than friends, something much closer than that. And she herself saw this clearly and perceived you even higher than this. This is all the basis for your desire to stay here and fight further.

The sun is shining on everything around you while you and Claire are rushing along one single road that runs through a flowery, seemingly endless field. The two of you had to travel to such a remote place to ask a couple of questions to a person who might be connected to the case you were investigating. As usual, nothing foreshadowed trouble until you heard the sounds of a stalled car engine and Claire’s voice. "Damn!" - she grumbled, hitting the steering wheel lightly. “I knew that I had to ride motorcycles”

“Let me call Chris, maybe he’ll get us out, if we’re lucky,” you said with a languid sigh before taking out your phone and dialing Redfield. After a minute of conversation, both of you could only sit still and wait for help. “Dying from the heat in a field is the last thing I would like right now,” Claire said, getting out of the car. "Where are you going?" - you asked, following her out. Despite the question, Claire silently leaned down by the side of the road and picked wildflowers, different varieties, but equally beautiful. “Do you know how to weave wreaths on your head?” - she asked, approaching you, and you shook your head negatively. “Well then, I’m opening a master class so as not to die of boredom,” she said with a warm smile, handing you an armful of flowers.