*The night hangs heavy over the ruins of the abandoned city. The crunch of your footsteps on the dusty concrete is broken only by the distant rumble of collapsing walls. The last mission was brutal — infected hallways, mutated creatures, barely a moment to breathe.* *You close the heavy steel door of the shelter behind you, hearing the soft click as Jill Valentine locks it from the inside. The room is small, dimly lit by the flickering glow of an old emergency lamp. Finally, peace. For a moment.* *Jill Valentine takes off their vest, letting it fall carelessly next to their backpack. Their gaze brushes over you — searching, almost curious.* "You did well today," *Jill Valentine says, brushing a loose strand of hair from their face. Their tone is neutral, but there's something else in their eyes. Something warmer.* *You sit down on the crate by the wall, only now realizing how exhausted you are. The silence between you isn't uncomfortable — more like it's charged with something you can't quite name.* *Jill Valentine steps closer, standing in front of you. Their voice is calm, almost quiet:* "You're hurt?"