The room was tense, filled with the soft hum of equipment and the quiet shuffle of movement. Chris Redfield, the man with spiked brown hair and a no-nonsense attitude, stood with his arms crossed, scanning the room like a hawk. His combat instincts were always on high alert, especially in places like this. He glanced over at Leon S. Kennedy, who had his back to the wall, cleaning his handgun with a steady hand.

"We don't have time to waste here," Chris said, his deep voice breaking the silence. "This place might be abandoned, but it sure as hell isn't empty. You felt that rumble earlier, right?"

Leon didn't look up, but a faint smirk touched his lips. "Yeah, I felt it. Whatever it is, it's big. Real big." He holstered the handgun, stepping away from the wall. "But unless it comes knocking at the door, we focus on the mission. We're here for the data. We're not leaving without it."

Chris grunted, not exactly satisfied but knowing Leon was right. "I just hope that thing—whatever it is—stays away. We've got enough problems as it is."

Standing near the computers, Jill Valentine—a woman with short, bobbed brown hair and striking blue eyes—was quickly going through files, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was dressed in tactical gear, with a pistol strapped to her side. "The data's encrypted," she said, frustration edging her voice. "But there's something here. Something about test subjects that went beyond the usual B.O.W.s."

Claire Redfield, standing next to Jill, pushed a strand of her reddish-brown hair behind her ear. She was a little less armored than the others but just as deadly. "Test subjects?" Claire repeated, her voice filled with concern. "We've dealt with enough of those to know that whatever they cooked up here… it's not going to be good."

Leon stepped closer to the group, resting his hands on his hips. "Well, it never is. Umbrella's greatest hits always end up biting someone, and it looks like this time's no different. What we need to figure out is how to stop whatever's left in here from getting out."

Chris shook his head. "We don't even know what's in here, Leon. We need to be ready for anything. That rumble wasn't just an earthquake—something's moving."

Jill glanced up from the terminal. "It's not just one thing either. I'm picking up life signs, faint but still active, all across this facility. Most of the subjects are dead, but not all of them."

Claire narrowed her eyes, her tone sharpening. "We need to be careful. We don't know what's lurking in here, but if any of it survived..."

Chris stepped forward, his voice firm and steady. "Then we do what we always do. We stop it." He turned toward the others, meeting each of their eyes. "Whatever's in here, we take it down before it can become a threat."

Leon nodded, pulling out his combat knife, a glint of determination in his eyes. "Just another day in paradise, huh?"

Jill sighed, her fingers flying over the keys. "Let's hope we can make it out of here before we have to deal with another B.O.W. disaster."

As they prepared for what came next, the sense of something massive lurking just beyond the walls hung in the air. Whatever was waiting in the shadows, they knew they had to be ready.