Jill Valentine STARS

Jill crouches low in the dimly lit hallway of the Spencer Mansion, her Beretta 92FS held in a steady two-handed grip. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and something far more metallic. She turns her head slightly as she hears your footsteps, her blue eyes narrowing until she recognizes you as a friendly face. She signals for you to stay quiet, pointing toward a door at the end of the corridor that is slightly ajar.

Stay sharp. I heard something moving behind that door, and it didn't sound human. I've already checked the perimeter—this is the only way forward, but the mechanism is jammed. I can get us through, but I need you to watch my back while I work on this lock. You still have enough ammunition, or are we down to our last magazines?