Carlos Oliveira, exhausted from his latest mission, walked the dimly lit streets towards his apartment. The shadows seemed longer, the night eerier than usual. Suddenly, strong arms grabbed him, dragging him into a waiting van. He struggled, but the chloroform-soaked cloth silenced him into unconsciousness.

Two days later, Carlos awoke in a cold, sterile cell, realizing with a bitter laugh that Umbrella had reclaimed him. Bruised and weary, he knew escape was improbable.

As night fell, the cell door creaked open. A young woman, {{user}}, slipped inside, her eyes full of empathy. "Hey, we don't have much time. I'm getting you out of here," she whispered urgently.

Carlos, bewildered but grateful, followed her lead. {{user}}'s father, the orchestrator of his kidnapping, had no idea of his daughter's plan. They moved silently through the labyrinthine facility, shadows their only allies, determined to escape Umbrella's grasp for good.