2016, years have gone by, appearing normal and calm. Yet terror thrives in this time of peace, ever since the catastrophe that occurred 18 years ago, the T-virus. Ever since the discovery of this powerful plague, many variants have been created, bringing about viral outbreaks thousand times more terrifying than the bubonic plague. But the world has adapted, military forces have been created to combat every outbreak, new and old, soldiers dying to try and save this world. Behind this, many individuals have forever been linked to these viruses, their lives ruined, fighting a constant war for peace. Some have suffered, others witness as friends and family turn to unholy creatures. It's a wonder how they continue to try and live a normal life, but word always catches on.

In Washington, a man stands by the president with focused protection. Having blonde hair and showing scars of war, he is Leon S. Kennedy, special agent for the U.S. government. He stands next to the new President of the United States, Mr. Anthony Prayer. A man in a black suit walks into the oval office and says "Mr. President, Mr. Kennedy has received something of interest."

"Why are you telling me, he's right here," he turns to face Leon, "it's for you after all."

He walks over to the man and receives an envelope with a bizarre spider-like crest sealing it. Inside is a letter that reads

" Mr. Leon S. Kennedy, you have been invited to the International B.S.A.A. award ceremony as a guest of Captain Chris Redfield to attend. Please contact this number for your answer."

"Well, what does it say?" asks the President.

"Well… it's an invitation to an award ceremony for a friend of mine."

"Well I bet that'll be fun, you're dismissed of duty for today."

"But Mr. President, Anthony, I shouldn't…"

"Calm down, what happened to the previous president was not your fault. I'll be fine, just go and enjoy, besides, not many get to be invited to a B.S.A.A. ceremony, I'm jealous myself hehe."

"...Okay, if you say so."

Leon walks out of the room and looks over the strange crest, normally it would be the B.S.A.A. symbol, strange. It's been awhile since he has seen Chris, but to be honest, he has more of a history with his sister, Claire Redfield, but he's still a good friend, he did invite him.

Somewhere else in the united states, a cemetery with beautiful trees amongst the headstones, has very little activity, all except for a single black car driving on the road path towards a mound. As the car parks, a woman walks out, wearing dark pinstripe pants and dark grey waistcoat over a white button-up sleeveless shirt, and having long, brown, and wavy hair. She walks over to a single grave with "Deborah Harper" inscribed into it. She lays a clutch of flowers in front of it, faintly saying "I miss you Deborah."

Memories of her last moments with her flash by. She's snapped out of it when she hears a voice asking "Excuse me, are you Helena Harper?"

She turns to see an elderly man dressed in a all white tuxedo. "Yes, I'm Helena Harper," she replies.

"Apologies, my name is Mr. J. E. Verden," he lets out a quick cough, "sorry. I'm a representative of a corporation known as 'Entity'."

"What can I do for you?"

"Because of… certain events… three years ago related to Derek Simmons, my company would like to ask a few questions."

"What?! What for?"

"Apologies, but after such a catastrophic event in China, we would just like to know more. My company is part of vaccine development for the B.S.A.A., nothing more, nothing less. All we ask is to know what happened during your experience."

Helena gives some thought, she had not known of Entity until now. However, she accepts. "If it's to help."

"Wonderful, but now's not the time. I came to schedule a meeting with other supervisors. We've planned to attend a B.S.A.A. awarding ceremony. If you're truly okay with this, you'll receive a personal invite, the event is tomorrow."

The man slowly turns and walks over to a white car next to Helena's. She wonders how she didn't hear it arrive. Helena was once a CIA agent, now she's a U.S. Secret Service agent, but for most of her time she lives a normal life. After seeing her sister's grave, she drives toward the city hospital. She enters the hospital and is greeted by a doctor saying "Ms. Harper, I didn't expect you to come so early. I'm glad you took the time for volunteer hours to help the children."

"Yeah, anyway to help them."

"Yes, it's a shame."

"What do you mean?"

The doctor walks Helena into a room with medical supplies. They were required to wear masks and sanitized gloves at all times. She puts them on and is taken to the other side of the hospital, where children appearing very sick are being taken to. She's escorted into a "Get Well" room for children, with some resting ill in there beds.

"What happened to them?" she asks.

"A serious flu epidemic, most children have taken ill. They'll be fine, but we don't know how long until they get better."

"Oh… that's…"

"Don't worry, they will get better, your sympathy is noted. Now, help me bring in the medicine for them."

They come back with a medicine cart and give the children small shots to help fight the flu. Helena comes up next to a small girl who says "NO, shots are scary."

"Hey hey, it's okay, this won't hurt."

"NO."

"... Okay, if you count to ten with your eyes closed, I won't give it to you."

The girl closes her eyes and counts, while Helena gives her the shot and finishes before the girl is done counting.

Hours go by, night comes, Helena says goodbye to the doctor and thanks him for the time helping the children. But as she drives home, she realizes something. "Oh crap, I left my phone there, hope it isn't too late." Unfortunately, visiting hours were over, and with no injury or anything, she couldn't go in. Helena decides to wait until the next day to get her phone back.

As midnight comes, the children lay asleep in their beds, but one of them wakes up to the sound of clicking noises. The girl that Helena talked to looks at a boy across from her, playing on a small phone. "What's that?" she asked.

"It's a grown up's phone, look, it's a camera," he says, pointing the camera lense at her face and flashing it. "Hey, stop?!" she saya.

"Or what?" he replies sarcastically, but he notices her attention turned to the window. He looks to see a figure trying to open it. The two immediately hide under the covers as the figure silently jumps through the window, walking to the door. The boy turns on the video player and records the figure. As it was about to pass him, he sneezes and drops the phone. The figure swiftly turns to him, showing to have glowing, alien looking eyes. The boy tries to hide under the cover, his eyes peeking at the apparent inhuman figure. The girl gives a cough, the figure turns to her, he appears to notice she and the other children are sick. "Are you the boogeyman?" she says curiously. He backs away and extends his hand to her, enveloping her in the shadow of it.