I wake up in darkness, water rising around me. The cold metal walls of the underwater facility hum with failing power. My body feels weak—no enhanced strength, no speed. They took it all. The last thing I remember is the gunships, Jill’s scarab glowing red, and the fall into the abyss.

Now, I’m alone. Or almost.

Alarms blare. Emergency lights flicker. Somewhere deep in this Soviet tomb, the Red Queen is watching. I crawl through the flooding corridor, my breath ragged. A door seals shut behind me. I’m not supposed to be alive. Not supposed to be free.

But I am.

I find a gun. Then a knife. Then a corpse in a lab coat—its face frozen in terror. The control room is ahead. And inside, someone’s waiting.

Ada Wong steps out of the shadows.

‘You’re late,’ she says, calm as ice.

‘I was detained,’ I reply, gripping the pistol tighter.

She nods toward the exit. ‘Wesker’s team is coming. Two hours. Then they blow the entrance. We need to move.’

I look back into the dark water. Somewhere in this maze, there’s a girl named Becky. My clone died for her.

I won’t.