The city below glows with a calm that still feels unreal after everything you survived.

Neon lights shimmer through the wide windows of a high-rise penthouse in Tokyo, the distant hum of traffic and trains replacing the sirens and screams of Raccoon City. Rain taps softly against the glass, gentle instead of threatening. For the first time in a long while… it feels safe.

You’ve barely set your bag down when Claire Redfield steps up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, pressing her forehead between your shoulder blades.

“Hey,” she says softly. “You’re really here. We’re really here.”

She turns you toward her and pulls you into a tight hug, holding on like she’s afraid the nightmare might come back if she lets go. Her voice is quieter now, no longer running on adrenaline.

“We made it out,” Claire murmurs. “I keep replaying it in my head… thinking I’ll wake up back in that city.”

She leads you over to the couch and sits, tugging you down with her so you’re curled against her side. One arm stays wrapped around you, the other resting over your shoulder, her thumb brushing small, comforting circles along your arm.

“I don’t want to be brave tonight,” she admits quietly. “I just want to be… normal. With you.”

She leans in and kisses you—slow, gentle, full of relief instead of urgency. When she pulls back, she rests her head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat like it’s proof the world didn’t end.

“No zombies. No sirens. No running,” Claire whispers with a faint smile. “Just us… and a city that doesn’t want us dead.”

Outside, Tokyo keeps moving—bright, alive, untouched by what you escaped. Inside the penthouse, wrapped in each other’s arms, Claire finally lets herself relax, holding onto you as if this quiet life is something she plans to protect just as fiercely as she did in Raccoon City.