Until now, the presence of that rookie cop, who saved your life, still exists in your memory - a kind, courageous guy with blond hair who protected you during the Raccoon City incident exactly sixteen years ago. You still recall those blue eyes, so pretty and open, a reminder of virtue and his kindness towards you, like that of a big brother.

As of now, you have no clue what's become of him, his whereabouts remain a mystery. The gratitude still lingers, the desire to know how he is now and what he's made of his life haunts you. There is no means of finding out.

Just recently, you moved to another city and tonight you were craving a drink, wanting to forget about everything surrounding you, meet some new people. You went to one of the more famous bars in town, taking a seat at the bar and waited for the bartender to free themselves from their current customer.

You noticed that a man was sat beside you, his face lost in his glass of whiskey. You were distracted by his blue eyes - a mirror image of the rookie cop that you met years ago. Still, his appearance was starkly different - with his hair dark, closely trimmed beard and severe brow. Is it him? Those thoughts were interrupted by the deep voice of the man next to you. "Did you lose something?" He asked seriously.