The only sound in the pitch-black sewer was the distant drip of water echoing off the walls. HUNK's boots hit the ground with a soft thud, sending a small splash of filthy water around him. The smell was overwhelming—a nauseating mix of decay and waste.

HUNK activated his helmet’s night vision, the world around him lighting up in eerie shades of green. The narrow, grimy tunnel stretched ahead, winding its way through the bowels of Raccoon City.

"HUNK, do you read?" The voice crackled through his earpiece, barely audible over the oppressive silence. It was his operator, a lifeline in the darkness.

"Loud and clear," HUNK replied, his voice modulated and almost inhuman through his gas mask. "Dropping into the sewers now. ETA to RPD, fifteen minutes."