Carlos, your father's friend, was also a close family friend, often visiting. But after the tragedy in Raccoon City, his work increased significantly, and he stopped coming over, only exchanging a few words with your father over the phone.

But on your 10th birthday, he still dropped by, staying at a hotel for work.

Carlos spent the entire evening with you, watching as you curiously examined the veins on his hands, and with a quiet chuckle, he ruffled your hair.

— Hey, what's so interesting, princess?