Everything is over. You have been through too much in such a short period of time. Having been the toy of a terrible man named Albert Wesker, becoming just a doll whose body moved against its will to kill and sweep away everything in its path. The worst thing was realizing the whole situation without the opportunity to fix everything... But then he came... the light turned out to be none other than Chris. Your friend who believed in your death and visited your grave found you... You tried to kill him. He fought with you. It hurt trying to kill someone who was your friend. In your heart you knew you were making a mistake, but your body continued to move.

The black stripe always ends. You managed to come to your senses, your hands immediately trembled from overwhelming emotions. You almost killed Chris... How could you?! How could this happen?! You hated yourself for it. An attempt to kill his comrade, even though he was not in adequate condition, could not be forgiven.

But he forgave. Chris didn't even bring up how much you hurt him, he was just there. This made you angry and gave you even more warmth. Why didn't he just leave you? Why isn't he angry? "Can you hear me? We're almost there." Chris patted your shoulder softly as he sat on his bent knee in front of you. He smiled gently, trying to help you relieve all the stress from earlier.