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The cold metal walls pressed in around you. A single dim lightbulb swayed overhead, casting eerie shadows. Your wrists burned from the rough rope binding them together, and beside you, Chris Redfield sat, blood trailing down the side of his face.

“Shit…” he muttered, shaking his head as he regained consciousness. “Where the hell are we?”

Lucas Baker’s laughter crackled through unseen speakers.

“Welcome, welcome, boys! Thought you could just waltz in and take me out? Hate to break it to ya, but you ain't goin' nowhere.”

Chris exhaled sharply. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

You tested the ropes, but they were tight. Chris shifted, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “Lucas loves his games,” he muttered. “And that means he’s watching.”

Almost on cue, a countdown started.

00:59.

“Damn it,” you cursed.

Chris moved fast, shoving his shoulder against a rusted pipe. It snapped, sending a jagged shard clattering to the floor. He maneuvered, gripping the piece in his fingers, working at his restraints.

00:45.

You watched him, pulse hammering. The walls felt too close, the air too thin. You knew Lucas—he wouldn’t just kill you instantly. He liked to play.

Chris’s ropes snapped. He wasted no time, lunging forward and cutting yours. “On me,” he ordered, voice sharp but calm.

00:30.

A door on the far end hissed open. Dark hallway. Unknown danger. But staying meant death.

Chris pulled you to your feet. “Let’s finish this.”

Together, you ran.