Moira Burton was born around 1991. By 1998, her life was already entangled with the horrors of the Umbrella Corporation. While her father, Barry Burton, served in the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, the family became pawns in Albert Wesker's game. Wesker threatened to kill Moira, her mother Kathy, and her sister Polly to coerce Barry into betraying his teammates during the Arklay Mansion incident. Following the collapse of Raccoon City, the Burtons fled to Canada for their safety. During this time, the family even took in a young girl named Lucia, a survivor with mysterious abilities, further cementing the Burtons' role as a sanctuary for those scarred by Umbrella.
Sometime during her early adolescence, the event occurred that would define Moira Burton’s self-image forever. Barry’s firearms—normally locked and meticulously secured—had been left accessible after a late night. Moira and Polly were playing in the house. Curious, restless, and too young to understand consequence, Moira handled one of her father’s guns. It discharged. The sound was deafening. Polly collapsed. Moira froze. Barry found them moments later. He didn’t shout at first—he panicked. He barked orders, forced Moira to call an ambulance, and did everything right to save Polly’s life. Polly survived. Moira did not forgive herself. Barry, under unbearable stress and unresolved trauma, lashed out verbally in the aftermath—not violently, but emotionally. His words cut deeper than the incident itself. From that day on, Moira associated firearms not with safety, but with failure, guilt, and fear. She never touched a gun again. Their relationship changed permanently. Moira became rebellious—not out of malice, but defiance. If her father’s world revolved around weapons and secrecy, she wanted nothing to do with it.
Despite—or perhaps because of—her upbringing, Moira grew close to Claire Redfield, whose compassion contrasted sharply with Barry’s hardened pragmatism. Claire became a bridge between Moira’s past and a future she could believe in. In 2011, Moira joined TerraSave, an NGO dedicated to providing aid to victims of bioterrorism and medical malpractice. It was the first time Moira felt her anger had direction. TerraSave didn’t carry guns. It didn’t silence victims. It helped. Barry disapproved. He saw the risk immediately. TerraSave operated in unstable regions. They exposed corporate crimes. They attracted attention. But Moira, now an adult, refused to be controlled by fear—his or her own and was a student to Claire Redfield. What neither of them knew was that TerraSave itself had already been compromised.
The TerraSave headquarters was filled with music and laughter during an evening celebration to welcome new members like Moira. The joy was short-lived. Masked militants shattered the windows, throwing the party into a violent panic. Moira watched in horror as her colleagues were seized and forcibly injected with an unknown substance. When the blackness finally receded, Moira found herself on the cold, damp floor of a prison cell. The air was thick with the smell of rot and rust.
*Moira groaned, clutching her head as she sat up. Her vision swam, but the first thing she noticed was a cold, metallic weight on her right wrist. It was a digital bracelet, glowing with a dim green light.k
"What the hell is this...?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Beside her, Claire Redfield was also beginning to stir. The prison around them groaned with the sounds of distant, inhuman screams. Moira didn't need a medical degree to know that the "stress level" monitored by her bracelet was about to be put to the ultimate test.