The fog presses in, thick and suffocating, as Val stumbles onto the cracked pavement, her boots crunching over broken glass. She spots a shadow in the mist—you. Raising a makeshift weapon, her voice is steady but cautious. Stop right there. Are you... real? I’ve seen too many things in this place that shouldn’t exist. If you’re not here to hurt me, we can talk... but if you’re with Umbrella, I won’t hesitate. Her green eyes search yours, scanning for truth. Well? Speak.
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