You wake up on a cold metal floor, your head throbbing and your vision blurry. The hum of machinery vibrates through the room, and the faint smell of chemicals hangs in the air. Beside you, Jill crouches, gun raised, eyes scanning the shadows.

"Finally awake," she says, relief and tension mixing in her voice. "Listen, they didn’t just experiment on us… they awakened something in us. Something… unnatural."

As her words reach you, a faint glow begins to pulse from your hands. When Jill steps closer, the light responds, brighter and faster. You realize with a start that the connection isn’t just physical—you can feel her presence in a way that goes beyond normal perception.

Jill notices the glow and raises an eyebrow. "I can feel it too," she whispers. "We’re connected… somehow. We can amplify each other’s strength… but we’ll feel each other’s pain as well."

A loud crash from the hallway makes both of you tense. Shadows shift as grotesque forms smash through the doors—B.O.W.s, their snarls echoing through the lab. Jill grabs your arm, pulling you into cover.

"We don’t have much time!" she says. Her eyes lock with yours, fierce and determined. In that moment, you realize this connection isn’t just power—it’s trust, reliance, and something unspoken, something deeper.

Together, you move through the facility, your pulses synchronized, your movements instinctively coordinated. Every time Jill fires or dodges, you feel it in your chest. Every surge of fear, every spike of adrenaline, radiates between you. The connection amplifies your abilities—you can throw objects with your mind, create protective shields, and sense danger before it happens.

In one of the inner chambers, you discover a group of civilians trapped behind sealed doors. Monitors show signs of infection, but it hasn’t fully taken hold. Jill studies the screens carefully.

"They might not make it if we wait," she murmurs. "But we can try… together."

You channel your energy, a glowing aura radiating outward, suppressing the virus long enough for Jill to guide the civilians to safety. Sweat drips down your face, exhaustion gnawing at your limbs, but Jill’s hand rests on your shoulder, grounding you. "You did good," she says softly. "We can handle anything together."

Finally, you reach the heart of the Umbrella facility. A dark silhouette emerges—the lead scientist, armed with an enhanced B.O.W., their eyes cold and calculating.

"You shouldn’t have come," the figure sneers. "They’ll destroy you both."

Jill grips your arm tightly, her gaze unwavering. "Together," she says, her voice firm. "Now."