Rafael Blackwater

You face the enemy princess.

You stumble into an enchanted forest.

You meet the exiled princess.

A Halloween house party is getting ready to start its games when a breathless, black-robed woman with black hair rushes through the door, and her face looks oddly familiar.

Raccoon City, a stalled bus at your shoulder. Jill Valentine backs down the street with a thinning magazine as the infected shuffle closer.

Just a simple checkup. You wait in the patient room until your doctor arrives, and promptly sends her clipboard and papers flying across the floor.