The characters from the game belong to Capcom. The OC's and story background belong to me.
Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

A/N: I'm not English native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

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The whole house was decorated in the colors red, green and white that represented the Christmas theme, however, it lacked that holiday spirit that one would expect on such a day. The day just didn't feel the same to Kate when she didn't have Chris to celebrate with her. This was another Christmas she'll be spending without Chris when she hoped that they could spend it together and as a family. She lifted her gaze to blankly stare at Eliza, who was tending to their twin children: Christian and Melissa.

She was physically here but her mind kept drifting to Chris. He had told her that it was just another mission but she could feel that something was wrong. Her fears turned out to be very real when Piers called and gave her the distressing news about Chris's injury, and how close she came to losing him; losing him forever at that.

Piers had assured that Chris was safe and taken good care of in one of the best hospitals but she couldn't help but feel worry about him. Her man was out of any mortal danger but somehow she still feared losing him and in the back of her mind, she already felt that she had lost him owing to the fact that he didn't remember anything about his life; or their lives.

She hugged a picture of him close to her anguished heart, praying that he could remember everything including her and all the plans they made before this mission ruined everything.

Edonia, Hospital

Piers stayed by Chris's bedside and kept watch while he slept. Just as doctors had earlier suggested Chris's head injury had caused him severe head trauma and for the brief moment that he gained consciousness, he didn't seem to remember what had happened. Additionally the sharp pain from his broken ribs and cranial injury made him slip back into unconsciousness once again, leaving the young soldier no option but to wait for his captain to wake up on his own time.

"Great Christmas present and a great way to start the new year..." he thought wryly, noting that Chris was starting to gain consciousness, "Captain?!", he called to the man in hopes of getting a reply.

"Where… where… am I?" Chris spoke in a husky voice, opening his eyes and looking around a little.

"At the hospital", Piers responded, "How do you feel now?"

"Hospital?!", Chris spoke in bewilderment and tried to sit up, however his head throbbed violently in pain.

"You shouldn't move too much", the young man by side said helping him lie back down.

"What happened?" Chris asked once his head pain lessened and became bearable.

"An accident. You were seriously injured during our last mission", the guy replied.

Chris tried to remember the mission in subject but he didn't remember going on any such quests, "Who are you?", he asked the man in front of him, when he couldn't remember the detail.

"Don't you remember me?" Piers asked in a tone of slight astonishment.

"Should I?", he questioned back, "Have we met before somewhere?

"We work together and see each other every day", Piers told him, "I am Piers, Piers Nivans…"

Before, Piers could say anything else, a nurse entered the room, interrupting their conversation.

"Ah, Mr. Christopher Redfield, you are awake!", she spoke with a slight smile.

"Reed... Christopher Reed is my name", Chris corrected her with a slight frown on his face.

The nurse looked at her papers and then at Piers saying, "You are registered as Redfield, your friend even informed us", she spoke in a somewhat confused tone.

"There's certainly some huge mistake, I am Christopher Reed" the injured man replied with utter conviction on his tone, "And this man is not my friend."

Piers let out a sigh, exchanging an understanding look with the nurse, who just gave him a nod. It was more than obvious that the lesion in his brain was possibly causing Chris to remember things differently and responsible for his currently confused state of mind.

The nurse silently moved to check his vital signs and mark the recordings on the chart, before heading out to inform the responsible physician about the situation. Piers continued to stay by his friend's side and heaved out a sigh, hoping that it could all end soon enough.

Chris noticed the boy's agitation, "Excuse me, sir…You don't have to stay here. I'm fine."

"Of course I do. You're not well", the young man responded.

"Yes, I am. Physical pain is normal because of the injuries, but I feel good to go home already."

"You're not going home any time soon. The doctor still needs to examine your head", Piers reasoned with his friend.

"Who's the doctor, Vladimir?"

"I don't know the name of the doctor..."

"There is only one doctor in town and that's Vladimir"

"There are a bunch of doctors even in this small town hospital at Edonia"

"Oh sorry. I didn't know we were in Edonia. My mistake."

"That's why you need to be examined. You are not well!"

"That's just a detail..."

"It's not just a detail Chris!"

"I hope this doctor doesn't take too long. Kat and the children must be worried..." Chris chose to ignore the other man's words.

"Yes, she is. And speaking of it; this is yours." Piers retrieved a necklace from his pocket that the doctors had taken from Chris when he entered the hospital with the other belongings

Chris didn't question it and kept holding the necklace.

"She gave it to you"

Chris laughed, "She loves to give me gifts, especially the ones I can use on long trips so I can feel her close to me in some way"

"She loves you"

"Yeah, I know. I also love her and even more now that we are in a great phase of our marriage"

"It is true. You seem to be planning to increase the family"

"Are we? Is she pregnant again?"

"Hum, I don't know…"

"Did she tell you she wants to have more children? Aren't four enough?"

"What? Four?" Piers furrowed his brows in confusion.

Once again their conversation was interrupted, this time by the doctor in charge of Chris's case.

Piers waited in the hallway while Chris was taken away to conduct tests, and called Kate to update her about Chris.

"So he woke up, but he's being examined again?" the woman on the phone asked in concern.

"Yes"

"But he is fine?", she expressed her worry.

"Hum…, yeah, kinda…, except he doesn't remember anything"

"From what you said, it was a very strong blow…", she could only say, "He's as strong as a rock and soon he will remember everything", she added being hopeful.

"I hope so, because the way he is, I'm afraid he'll be sent to the hospice"

"What do you mean a hospice?"

"Kate... Chris thinks he's Christopher Reed!"

"Oh boy…"

"Look, I can't explain now, the doctor is calling me. I'll keep you posted."

As the hours passed, it became even more difficult for Chris to stay in the hospital, since the doctors refused to release him, and by the nightfall he felt like a prisoner in the room with the guy called Piers as his jailer. He hadn't left his side even for a moment and insisted on making him remember what happened or things that all seemed all too strange to him.

He was constantly being told that he was in Edonia but he was having a hard time believing it to be true. The place, things and people just seemed too out of place and were something he hadn't seen before. If he didn't know better he would have definitely considered the possibility of being on another planet or maybe in his afterlife.

The young man once again called his attention and started showing him small portraits of people in a strange device. It was probably some magical object that he hadn't come across yet, since he never knew any other way of painting pictures besides that on a canvas. Claimed Redfield knew very well, however, Reed had no idea who this Jill, Barry, Claire or any of them were supposed to be. According to Piers, Claire was his younger sister and there was this another woman named Kate, who was young and beautiful and apparent his soon to-be-wife.

Chris knew for a fact that this can't be true because he was married to Katarina and she was the only wife he knew. Perhaps, this Kate had been his mistress at some point and was being mistaken for his wife, owing the alleged detail that she was mother to his twin children. He has been with many women and he couldn't say with absolute certainty that it's false and if it was true, he could only hope that Katarina never learns this truth about Kate and the twins.

Piers flipped through one picture after another, hoping beyond the hope that Chris would recognize someone in those pictures but so far it seemed to be fruitless attempt to jog his memory. It was then that the young marksman noticed that Chris was looking at his own picture with same cluelessness like that of his friends. When Piers tried to remind him about the day the picture was taken and that it was in fact his own picture, Chris straightaway denied it being his photograph. Piers even suggested that a simple look in the mirror would be a simple enough proof, but that only led to Chris getting even more agitated with the situation that he slapped those pictures, refusing to see himself in the mirror and claiming he knows his own face and there's nothing wrong with his memory.

Chris didn't know who this Redfield guy was but he knew one thing that he knew himself and knew he had to get out of this place as soon as possible. He had been in these kind of risky situations before and there was nothing a little strategic thinking can't beat. The years he spent with Katarina had taught him to be observant and keep a cool head to come up with an escape plan.

First and foremost thing that needed to be done was let the enemy believe he was on their side. So, he pretended to accept whatever they told him and studied the location, its routine and also Piers the jailer for an entire week.

There were only a couple of occasions that Piers left him alone and without his medical team, and that was when he went out to eat or when he left to go to the bathroom or change of clothes and when he had to inform others.

Next, Chris took advantage of the bathroom visits to observe the movement of people and study loopholes in the security of the place to be able to escape without being noticed. The hospital was always full of victims and relatives of the victims, who had been displaced and injured because of the war that had come to an end.

And by the time New Year arrived, he had thoroughly formulated his plan and at New Year's Eve he got the gap he needed to escape. People were quite scattered and somewhat distracted about watching the firework show, which was celebrating the end of the war and the New Year to come.

"I need to go to the toilet room" Chris said

"I'll go with you"

"I don't need a babysitter! I can go alone!"

Piers didn't object his superior, avoiding starting a quarrel and stayed back in the room.

On his walk over to the bathroom, he spotted the nurse that usually attends him and asked for those strong pain medications that he's been taking to ease the pain of injuries and especially his headaches. The nurse didn't suspect Chris's friendly demeanor and handed him the pills he asked for and he pretended to take them right away.

He returned back to the room and lied down on the bed. He looked sideways at the bag of clothes that were meant for him when he would get released from the hospital but it seemed to be taking longer and he suspected that it was all because of this jailer of his. He closely observed the young man and waited for him to leave him alone and then took that little window of opportunity and slipped the sedative pills inside the bottle of juice. Chris patiently waited for Piers to take a drink from the bottle and for pills to take effect.

It wasn't long before the sedative took effect and Piers slowly dozed off into a heavy slumber to even be woken up by Chris moving around the room and changing out of his hospital clothes. He took Chris Redfield's bag and stole weird looking currency from Piers' wallet and then slipped among the general public in the crowded hospital, making his way straight to the exit, where people were gathering to watch the fireworks.

As Chris set foot in the city, he was somewhat stumped by the looks of it. It had advanced quite a bit since his last visit to this country that he almost didn't recognized it. However, the once beautiful city had been scarred and left deserted due the happenings of the war.

"What is this place?", Chris spoke to himself taking in the surroundings, "This doesn't look like Edonia at all! And what sort of carriages isn't pulled by horses?", he commented as a car rolled past by him.

He roamed around the city partially in awe and wonder, but mostly confused by the different things he was witnessing while he tried to look for a horse that he could ride back home. He couldn't find any horses to rent but he managed to find a coachman standing next to the horse carriage.

"Good evening sir!", Chris addressed the man politely, "How much would you charge to take me to Baveen?"

"I don't take routes for Bohma", the man informed him with a shake of his head.

"How about you take me to the border, perhaps", Chris suggested.

"It's just too far", the coachman said somewhat ignorantly, "You better get a taxi."

"Excuse me, a what?!", he couldn't help but express his bewilderment.

"A taxi. Cab"

Chris's face got riddled with lines of confusion since he didn't understand what the man was talking about.

"That yellow car. There's a point nearby." The man pointed the direction.

Chris recognized the color yellow and in that place carriage had another name or abbreviation, "Oh, the yellow carriage...Car really sounds better than carriage to speak…"

The man laughed shrilly, "Yeah, if you knew it as a yellow carriage, then it is. At this time of the night only 'yellow carriages' cross the border"

"The border of the Bridge of Hope that connects to Bohma, right?"

"Yes"

"We are in Edonia, are we?"

"That's right. We are in Edonia, sir."

"Thank you"

The man thought Chris to be crazy but soon dismissed it thinking that it was a possibility that he was just drunk, after all it was New Year's Eve and people can get a little crazy. And as long as they don't bother him too much, he found them rather amusing.

Chris walked over the taxi stand and got into the first car.

"Good evening, sir, where are you going?"

"Baveen. How much is it?"

"It depends on the location of Baveen, the taximeter will make the count"

"The what?"

"Taximeter. The device of numbers" the man replied pointing at the object

"Oh, I see..."

Chris was impressed how comfortable these new "carriages" were and they went much faster than any of the horses that he has ridden. It was definitely a better option over the horses for travelling long distance, since it seemed it took practically no time to reach the border.

The guards stationed at the border, stopped the carriage and approached it. They asked for the driver of the carriage for his document and he presented a small book like thing to them.

"Your documents too, sir" the guard asked walking over to his window next.

"My Documents?"

"Yes, ID and passport if you are a foreigner"

"I live in Baveen"

"Still I need to check your documents"

Chris opened the bag wondering what this ID and Passport could be and just hoped that he had it with him while rummaged through the things in the bag. It was then that he spotted a little book like thing that he had seen the driver showing to the guard and the word "Passport" written in golden letters confirmed that it was in fact the very thing he was looking for.

He held out the document to the guard and gulped in apprehension as the guard looked back and forth between him and the thing called passport. He just hoped that he could pass as Chris Redfield and the guard wouldn't notice that they were two different persons.

"Mr. Redfield, this says that you are an American soldier so I need your ID too", the guard said returning the book.

Chris gave the guy a puzzled look before he got searching for whatever that ID thing was and hoped like before he could find it spelling itself out to him like before. When he couldn't find it in his bag, he looked in his wallet just for the sake of it. There was an international driver's license, some cards and few more cards. He had no idea what was an ID.

He stole a glance at the guard and noticed him eyeing the military ID card, so he simply handed it over to him and hoped that the low light would disguise him enough to pass as Chris Redfield. The man handed him back the card, registered their passage in the system and once again they were on their way to home.

Chris let out a sigh of relief when they were finally driving through the roads that were in Bohma. He was back in his country and he successfully managed to escape his captors.

"Where do you live?" The taxi driver asked

"In the castle"

"What castle?"

"The central"

"Seriously?"

"Yes"

"That's so cool! Are you a security guard there?"

"No"

"I didn't know that people lived there except the security guards…"

Chris looked through the window and had a disturbing feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bohma, the country he called his own and the one he could map on a paper based on his memory alone, somehow looked different. It was still Bohma but not like the one he remembered it to be. It was brighter; there were more people on the streets and they were wearing the same sorts of clothes that his captors were wearing back in Edonia.

"Is this really Bohma?"

"Yes sir"

"It is different…"

"You think so?"

"Yes it does!"

"Funny, you're the first one to say that. People always comment that Bohma seemed to have stopped in time for maintaining the same architecture from the medieval times"

There was nothing that could be attributed to "stopped in time", at least not in Christopher's eyes. Everything seemed way out of place and too advanced. It seemed like a fantastical world with sighs, light poles, carriages without horses, no horses around, any sedan-chairs and even the very ground they walked on was different.

As they passed through the Central Plaza, Chris had a strong dreadful feeling that he shouldn't continue his journey anymore. Bohma was not the Bohma he knows and deep down he was scared of what he might find down the road.

"I think this is far enough", Chris spoke to the driver, "I'll get off here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes", he affirmed, "How much is it?"

Chris paid the driver and stepped out of the car, looking around a little bit. People on the streets were happily celebrating the New Year and he could hear the traditional songs being played. However, there were also some songs that he hadn't heard before.

The buildings somewhat looked the same, maybe even a little better and the shops were brightly lit. The one thing that intrigued him the most were the clothes that people were dressed in. He took note of his own appearance, since he was dressed pretty much the same as the others. As much as he found this type of dressing intriguing, he couldn't help but acknowledge that it was somehow comfortable with less clothes covering him and squeezing him.

He desperately needed to get a handle on the situation and understand what was going on, so he headed for the closest place that was familiar with him; the home of Katarina. The place was shrouded in darkness and there seemed to be no one but a sole security guard, standing at the gate. The guard informed him that the house was currently unoccupied and the current owner of the place lived in another country with her fiancé.

Chris returned to the Central Plaza, even more confused than before. No one recognized him and all the places that he knew of were either closed off or demolished or turned into something completely different.

The pain and weariness soon started to overpower him and the only place he felt like taking refuge was the gentlemen's club that he frequently visited in the past but now it had miraculously turned into an extravagant lodge overnight.

He entered the lobby of the building and was almost surprised to see a familiar face of the woman, who seemed quite surprised to see him as well. He could tell that it was not only him that knew her but she knew him back as well and recognized him. And how could she not know him, after all, they spent so much time together.

After he ended courting Katarina, he met this beautiful woman Tatyana at the gentlemen's club. He even remembered her blonde cousin, Evana, because he met both the women quite often; well until he was presumed dead after his jump into the river. But their affair started once again, after he got married to Katarina. Although Evana was his favorite but Tatyana was one his best lovers as well.

"Chris…"

"Taty?"

She giggled, "Yana...My name is Yana"

"Tatyana ..."

"No, just Yana"

He was again somewhat confused but he apologized nevertheless, since he knew prostitutes did not use their real names and maybe she now preferred to be called Yana.

"Are you all right, Chris?" she asked noticing his weird behavior.

"Yes, I just need to rest. Is there an available room?"

"Yes there is. Wait a moment. I'll book you in."

He nodded and watched the redhead tug at some "strange box." And even though slightly overweight, she was still beautiful as he remembered.

"How's the little boy?" he asked breaking the ice

"He's doing great, he's a very smart boy. And growing too fast!"

"Yeah, they grow really fast. What's his name again?"

"Kyan."

"Oh yeah, Kyan. It's a strong name."

"Yes, like the owner..."

"I guess he's like his father."

"Yes, they do share strong resemblances in their temperaments."

He laughed, "And where is he now?"

"My mother takes care of him while I work."

"Ah I see. Pierce is very fond of him, after all he is his firstborn... even more as Kyan is his only heir since he and his wife apparently cannot have children..."

She frowned and looked at him, "Did he get married?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes, he has been married to Eliza for a long time."

"Your maid?"

"No, my sister-in-law, she's Kat's sister."

"I didn't know she had a sister...I thought she had a brother…"

"Yes she does have a sister. You must have seen her already, a blonde girl with blue eyes. Elizabeth. They're always together."

"The only blue-eyed blonde I've ever met who walks with Kate is Eliza, your maid and supposedly Piers' current girlfriend."

"Eliza is not my maid, she is Katarina's sister and she's married to Pierce."

"Ah... I didn't really know that... I guess you're all in the family then!"

He laughed a bit embarrassed, "Yeah... I guess it's a small town thing…"

"Tell me about it!"

"Yeah, but may I tell you something?"

"Sure!"

"I'm still getting used to this place being a hotel! It's weird the club is disclosed and now is a hotel…"

"It's been a long time since it's a hotel..."

"Seriously? I didn't know that... but it must be because I've been away often…" He laughed in disguise, "It still feels like it was just yesterday what we did here..."

She frowned confused "What do you mean?"

"Never mind… it's still strange to see that now this place is a hotel and you're an employee... which is not a bad thing, it's something good since it's a decent job."

"This has always been a hotel…"

He laughed, "Yeah, I get the message."

"Chris…I'm not following you...What's going on?"

"Forget about it. I apologize for remembering what happened between us...Now our lives are different, I'm trying hard to be happy in my marriage to Kat and you have a decent job and a kid with Pierce…I know what we had is past now and since Katarina caught us, we act like we don't know each other and I get that, but it's just that I feel like I'm living a crazy dream and you're the only one I recognize in all this mess…"

Yana was sure that Chris did not make much sense, but since she always thought he was weird, so she preferred to ignore what nonsense he was saying, "Your room is 2-A."

"And where is it?"

"On the second floor, corridor on the right," she replied, pointing to the direction of the stairs and the elevator hall.

"Thank you" he said and headed up to the stairs, ignoring the elevator.

Chris inserted the card in the door lock, which seemed a highly advanced thing. What happened to padlocks and iron keys?

The technology continued to mesmerize the man with an old soul, as he turned on the lights and entered the room. Everything was so clean and bright; clean white walls; well-waxed wooden floor and extremely clean bed sheets that were perfectly aligned on the bed. The degree of cleanliness and organization that Katarina would love to see; actually it seemed to be just the level of cleanliness that Katarina maintained at home. She always loved well maintained things, besides her own beauty.

Yet, he was mesmerized with the different modern decoration, the black box over a dresser in front of the bed. Electric lights instead of torches and candles. A sparkling bathroom that was so clean and white, shining toilet and a shining bathtub that would make Katarina want one at home at least!

He looked at his reflection in the large mirror on the wall near the white sink, and observed every detail of his face. Few things definitely appeared different now, slightly different but still different.

He walked back to the room and stood before a large mirror and started undressing himself. He observed himself in the mirror, touching his face, his lips, his nose, his hair and his body.

Detail about "his body" were definitely different. His shoulders were broader shoulders; thighs were thicker and defined and he had more muscular mass than he remembered. His skin was more tanned. His body more shaven than he recalled. Even his manhood looked different.

So if his body was someone else's and that one's name is Christopher Redfield, why didn't he recall him at all? Why didn't he recognize "himself"? Has he gone mad?

He didn't recognize himself or the objects around him, how could he recognize all those people who claimed to know him?

Chris Redfield had a life that was too far away from his simple one. He could admit that some things did change for better, such as the "cars"; faster and more comfortable. Bohma had more lights and people; more life.

All those lights still mesmerized him; the man who lived in a time that everything was more "complicated" to do. Back in his days crossing the border to Edonia would take days, now he crossed it in an hour. That was impressive!

Obviously some things remained the same. Things that nature had created. Trees were still trees. The architecture of the buildings remained nearly the same, but the shops were so different.

Chris Redfield was supposedly a foreigner, but they did share some things in common. Redfield had friends, family; he used to be a soldier and served his country. Just like him in past.

Even the names of their close ones were coincidently similar to the ones he was familiar with.

Redfield had a friend named Piers. He had a friend named Pierce.
Redfield had a sister named Claire. He had a cousin named Clairy.
Redfield had a blue-eyed blonde maid named Eliza who was Kate's friend and Piers' girlfriend. He had a blue-eyed blonde sister-in-law named Elizabeth, close to Katarina and married to Pierce.
Redfield had a fiancée named Kate and they had twin children. He was married to Katarina, Kat, and they had children as well.

The similarities weren't just about him and Redfield, but also about Piers and Pierce.
Pierce was a close friend and second in command to Redfield. Pierce was his best friend and his second in command as well.
Piers was a temperamental young man. Pierce became temperamental after dating Katarina.
Piers had a son with Yana named Kyan. Pierce had a bastard son named Kyan with Tatyana.
Piers dated Eliza. Pierce was married to Elizabeth.

And Kate reminded him of Kat.

How could it be so coincidental?

Tired and in pain he observed the town from the window, but struggled to go sleep. He was afraid of waking up and again not knowing who he was. Actually, he feared waking up being somebody else.

He struggled to get some sleep for a while but eventually fell asleep on the comfortable bed.

Yana remained thoughtful at the reception. She did have a brief past with Chris Redfield a long time ago, only a nightstand.

Years later, she did have a history with his friend Piers Nivans and they dated for a while. The relationship didn't last, but they remained friends and had a son: a seven-month-old boy named Kyan born prematurely in May 2012.

She checked the time, it was almost 3:00 AM. She was working a night shift that night. She was curious and worried about Chris' condition and called Piers, but he didn't answer his phone. She thought he was busy. Only in the morning when she was nearing her shift end that she got Piers' call back at 7:00AM.

"I'm sorry for calling you that time of the night, but I thought you were busy and not dozed off"

"I can't believe Chris did that to me and ran away!"

"He's definitely not himself! He called me Tatyana and talked nonsense"

"Ginger, he thinks he's Christopher Reed! Can you believe that?"

"Christopher Reed? Well, after last night I don't doubt at all"

"So he's in the hotel?"

"Yes he is…I didn't see him leave and I was here all the time"

"Good…can you please stay there a little longer and keep a watch on him until I get there?"

"Sure. I'll tell the other receptionist to stay alert as well."

"Good idea!"

After they hung up, Yana let out an amused laugh, "Now I understand why he was talking to me that way…He remembers Tatyana…" she shrugged, rolling her eyes. She didn't like the fact they did have a past. He was one of those people she regretted having something with. Not that she thought he was a bad guy. No he wasn't. She just didn't like him anymore and all the trouble they had, especially when she was Tatyana and Kate was Katarina. Tatyana never forgot the moments of fear and despair witnessing Katarina's fury.

The morning light illuminated the room, and also the naked man lying on bed and in pain. The pain wasn't just physical but it cored deep down into his conscience and he didn't exactly know the source. All he felt was a painful guilt.

He did manage to sleep for an hour or a little bit more, but that was all. His mind was restless, and his body ache didn't make the things any easier either.

January 1st, 2013, and the man in that hotel room couldn't recall who he was. They were a few hours into the new day. Into the New Year, but those dark feelings were quite old.

He stood up from the bed and started dressing himself. Grey pants, a green shirt, boots and a black coat. He searched the bag's contents and found the necklace Kate supposedly gave him. For some reason he felt like putting it on and even made him briefly smile. Maybe that could make him remember the memories he had lost.

He wasn't convinced his name was that on the cards and documents despite all the physical resemblance, but from that day on he was willing to live with that identity because he couldn't seem to prove he was in fact Christopher Reed. Not that he was willing to be Redfield on a daily basis, but maybe it'd be necessary to play Christopher Redfield.

He briefly glanced through the window that showed the main street and frowned when he noticed Piers crossing the street, "Damn it" he cursed, "He must be after me…Yana…" he came to the realization that the redhead might have informed him, "I need to get out of here" he said looking to the side.

Without thinking further, he left the room in a hurry remembering that he had seen a second exit when he was searching for the room. He immediately rushed to the emergency exit.

As Piers got in, Chris got out.

Piers alongside Yana entered the room and found it empty.

"Damn it, he escaped again!" Piers cursed finding Chris' bag on the bed, "His wallet and clothes are here but he took the passport and the ID with him"

"He must have left in a hurry…"

"Is there any other exit?"

"The emergency one."

"Damn it! I told you to keep eye on him!"

"And I did! I didn't leave the reception not even to go to the bathroom! But I didn't think he'd run away like that!"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Piers left in a hurry; back to the streets to look for Chris. He couldn't help but feel disappointed and angry with himself. Chris could be anywhere now.

Chris half walked and half jogged through the crowd of the people, who were still busy celebrating the holidays and welcoming the New Year.

He walked until he reached the Lake Property, which was now surrounded by a large fence. He jumped over the gate. He needed to hide somewhere or at least to take the boat that was kept in the warehouse so he could sail in the river and go somewhere else that was safer and away from the people in Redfield's life.

He wasn't willing to live Redfield's life!

He didn't want to live Redfield's pain!

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