In Angel's Clothing-Resident Evil 2

Chapter 1

Crazy was one word you used to describe Raccoon City upon your first visit. When you arrived, the second word that came to mind was exciting, at least by your limited standards.

You arrived via subway in the late evening, carrying nothing with you but a heavy black backpack. Ahead of time, you booked a room in a local hotel, hoping to kick the beginning of your so-called 'time off' with solitary relaxation. 

The only order you were told by your Mentor, the ever so cold-hearted Wesker, was to keep in touch. A man who spoke such strife and discipline in such limited words, his only way of expressing how he cared for you. You promised you would, and for extra measure you attempted to send word to him a while ago before boarding the train that you were alright.

Oddly enough, it's been quite a very long time since he answered back. A very long time. So much for strict schedule and routine.

You would've expected him to at least be a little concerned enough to double check, but maybe you were expecting too much from a man like him. Maybe he was too stubborn to allow that possibility onto his demanding schedule.

Your mind snapped out of your clouded judgement when a sudden jolt left you stumbling on dirty metallic flooring. Luckily, your clutched grip onto one of the handles hanging from the ceiling saved you an embarrassing fall into the arms of the well dressed brunette standing beside you.

A faint, unsettling screen invaded the train as the doors slide open, those closest to the exits quickly cluttering like caged mice the way out. Fast, frantic footsteps rush in various directions, either heading home or to their nightly jobs. Plenty of unique, individual lives making up an enormous society you were anxious to learn about firsthand.

The subway was lit with large, flickering lights, too faulty to functional at all overhead during your walk. Black signs with silver writing decorate dirty white tile walls, displaying directions to stairway exits. An old man with a ragged, yellowed beard and dirty clothes sat in one of the corners, holding a sign made out of crooked cut cardboard and an old can in his hands.

The subway wasn't entirely new to you, arriving here every now and then with a few others for strictly business, mostly acting as a shadow.

This time was different: You were alone.

You weren't playing the mindless teenager in the crowd of adults, not following as the mindless, careless false daughter of a broody undercover scientist.

It left a lingering sense of vulnerability over your shoulders with every passing moment, but you were desperate to prove to yourself that you could brave through it. It was part of growing up, after all.

Still, this would've been so much easier if you were with any sort of company. You saw groups of people their own age huddled together like penguins on the train, chattering amongst themselves in between seats. How you wished you could join in and assimilate yourself with people your own age. Making friendships unfortunately, would have to wait, though a promising comfort waded in your mind, making you think the patience would be worth it.

Your eyes kept glued to the skies as your feet met the top of the stairs, introducing you along the sidewalk of Raccoon City. The sunset colored atmosphere signified the time of day, various sun rays peeking behind tall buildings, turning windowpanes to gold. To your surprise, a lot less people roamed the sidewalks outside than the subway, yet a lot more cars filled the streets.

The shining sign of your hotel was just in your line of sight. A smile stretched across your face as you increased your pace, a faint skip here and there in your anxious steps.