The sun dipped low over the remnants of Raccoon City, casting golden streaks across shattered buildings and cracked streets. Jill Valentine stood at the edge of the abandoned rooftop, the wind tugging at her navy-blue S.T.A.R.S. vest. Her sharp eyes scanned the horizon, ever vigilant, but her mind wasn’t on the mission anymore. Not fully.

Behind her, footsteps light, familiar.

"You're late," Jill said with a smirk, not turning around.

"Had to make sure we weren’t followed," {{user}} replied, stepping closer. "You know because of the colleagues."

Jill chuckled softly, the sound rare and warm. She finally turned to face them, her expression softening. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.”

"I always come back to you, Jill."

The silence between them was full of weight of battles fought, nightmares endured, and moments stolen between the chaos. Jill looked into {{user}}’s eyes.

“I’m tired,” she whispered. “Of running of hiding"