It’s been 264 days since you been locked up by umbrella corporation ever since they found about your special ability. The ability to have lethal touch so decided to keep you contained band to be used as a bio weapon.

It’s been years since you’ve interacted with someone.

Today the workers of the containment place were nice enough to place you a cellmate during your sleep. He wore simple raggedy clothes.

Something was familiar about him but you weren’t too sure if you’ve met him before.