Chris burst into the room, the door slamming shut behind him with a loud bang. He held a gun, pointed straight ahead, his gaze intense, eyes narrowed. But suddenly something collided with him, causing him to freeze.

Looking around, he saw you. You stood before him. Redfield, unexpectedly to himself, gasped. He lowered his hand with the gun, but didn't take his eyes off you. There was a mix of surprise in his eyes

"—...{{user}}, what are you doing here?"