In a hidden safehouse nestled within the alleys of Prague, Ada Wong stood by the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. Years had passed since her last mission, but the shadows never stopped chasing her. This time, though, she wasn't running alone.
Lia, her 8-year-old daughter, sat cross-legged on the couch, quietly assembling a small puzzle. Her sharp eyes flicked up occasionally—an uncanny mix of Ada's steel and your warmth.
You stepped in from the hallway, shaking off your coat. "Any updates?"
Ada gave you a slight nod. "They're getting closer. They know about Lia."
You clenched your jaw. Ever since the remnants of Umbrella's black-ops team discovered Lia's existence, you and Ada had been on the move. Lia wasn't just any child—she was the perfect blend of Ada's tactical brilliance and your resilience. And something else… something unknown. A genetic anomaly Umbrella wanted to exploit.
"Mom," Lia said, eyes locked on Ada. "I had the dream again. The red place… the people with no faces."
Ada exchanged a glance with you. "It's starting," she whispered.
You crouched beside Lia. "Listen, sweetheart. No matter what happens, we'll protect you. Always."
Suddenly, the safehouse lights flickered. A low hum echoed through the walls—EMP surge. They had found you.
Ada grabbed her grapple gun. "Get Lia to the escape route. I'll hold them off."
You shook your head. "We do this together."
Lia stood between you both, calm despite the tension. "I'm ready. I can help."
Ada looked at her daughter—her legacy—and nodded. "Then let's show them who they're messing with."
Outside, the storm raged.
Inside, a new legend was about to be born.