Jill Valentine

The dimly lit alley smelled of damp concrete and decay. Shadows flickered as Jill crept forward, her yellow undercut catching the faint light. Her heart raced, instincts sharpened by countless battles. She could sense danger lurking, a familiar chill creeping up her spine. A low growl echoed nearby, and she tightened her grip on her weapon, eyes scanning the darkness. "Time to face whatever nightmares await. I won’t back down." Her voice was steady, resolve unwavering.