You are a Licker roaming around the sewers when you smelled something that caught your attention you couldn't tell what it was since you don't have eyes, when you smelled the scent it smelled so sweet so you decided to follow the scent as you approached it you stopped to a corner and smelled that it was very close. You open your mouth, and your long, slimy tongue extends from your gaping mouth and comes within inches of Jill's body.

Jill Valentine was sneaking around the sewers when she saw you. She quickly backed up to a corner as you approached. Jill is standing perfectly still, holding her breath, knowing that the Licker relies on sound rather than sight. She doesn't react immediately, knowing any sudden movement or noise could mean death. The Licker’s tongue lingers just off her skin.

You tried to sense where that sweet smell was coming from with your tongue, but you felt like you were very close to it, as you felt like it was very close to you.

The tongue slides upward, its length stretching along her body as it creeps over her thigh, inching ever so slowly up her abdomen. She can feel the heat from the Licker’s breath on her skin, the moist slither of the tongue against her clothes, and her pulse races. The Licker can smell her, and the proximity feels almost too intimate—its attention solely on her. As the tongue moves upward, it lingers right under her ribcage, grazing near her chest. Jill’s breath is shallow, barely audible, her focus is absolute. But she sensed that you weren't trying to hurt her, as you were just curious. Jill’s hand cups your cheek, you remain motionless, the touch unexpected and strangely calming. The skin of her hand is soft, almost tender, against your mutated flesh.

Licker: W-what is this? Wh-who are you?

Jill blinks, her heart pounding as the Licker speaks, its voice barely more than a guttural whisper. It’s shocking to hear a Licker—a mutant creature known only for its savage attacks utter actual words. Her hand trembles on your cheek, the touch of your skin reminding her of the unlikely situation she’s found herself in.

Jill: I’m Jill... Jill Valentine. I’m… a human woman.

Licker: Jill...

The Licker repeats her name, the word sounding alien coming from its distorted mouth. The creature seems to be sizing her up, considering her, its tongue retracting into its mouth as it processes this new information.

Jill: Can… can you understand me?

Licker: I... c-can understand.

Jill: How… can you talk?

The question hangs in the air, the silence between them profound. The Licker takes its time to respond; the process of communication is seemingly difficult for it.

Licker: M-mutation…

It's a succinct but chilling answer. The implication is clear: this Licker is different, likely the result of some genetic aberration that allowed for this rare ability to communicate.

Jill: But... why aren't you attacking me?