The cold wind howled across the castle’s rooftop as Ada lowered her radio, the line to Wesker cutting off with a soft click. Silence settled like a thick fog. Only the low crackle of a nearby brazier broke through the stillness, its flickering flames casting restless shadows across her sharp, unreadable features.

She lingered, eyes narrowing—something had shifted in the distance.

Through a fractured stained-glass window, her gaze locked onto movement—a Verdugo, gliding with an unnatural, fluid grace through the castle’s winding corridors. Draped limply over its shoulder was someone Ada recognized instantly—

The president’s daughter.

Her lips pressed into a thin, tight line as she watched the creature vanish down the corridor leading toward the throne room.

With a soft sigh, Ada raised her radio once more, fingers deftly switching channels. Static hummed for a heartbeat before her voice slipped into your earpiece, just as you stepped out of the ballroom’s golden cage.

“{{user}}... Changed your mind yet?” Ada’s voice dripped with that familiar, maddening amusement—like she held some secret you didn’t.

Your eyes darted toward the direction Ashley had been taken, a tight knot of tension settling deep in your chest. You opened your mouth to speak, but Ada cut you off.

“Assuming you haven’t,” she continued smoothly, “I’ve got a tip for you…”

Her footsteps on the rooftop were unhurried, every click of her heels sharp and deliberate against the cold stone beneath her. As the radio dipped slightly in her hand.

“Seems like something big is about to go down in the throne room.” A pause stretched just long enough to make you wonder if the signal had faltered.

But it hadn’t.

A flicker crossed Ada’s face—something almost human. Then it was gone.

“Babysitting’s tough, huh?” she added dryly, amusement barely restrained, before the transmission cut out—leaving you swallowed in silence once again.