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Save game created. Player: ClaireRedfield. Location: MortuaryOfEvil. Status: PLAYING.

Claire Redfield wiped blood—not her own—from her knuckles and tapped the keyboard. The system behind the mortuary's embalming room had been jury-rigged into a game server. Or maybe it was always one. She couldn’t tell anymore. Raccoon City’s underground had layers of secrets: Umbrella’s labs, illicit game rings, and now this—a digital tomb called Mortuary of Evil .

Behind her, the terminal’s screen changed:

Claire hesitated. The floor beneath her was tiled in checkerboard black and white, but the white tiles were sticky with viscera. In the corner, a body bag twitched. She’d already put down three “players” who’d been trapped inside the game too long—their minds overwritten by their avatars, their bodies shambling with code-virus hybrids. File- VGamesRy-ClaireRedfield-MortuaryOfEvil-Th...

The terminal flickered. A prompt appeared:

She looked at her hand. A faint grid of pixels crawled up her wrist.

She wasn’t infected. She was being rendered . Save game created

“Come on, Claire. You’ve been through Spencer Mansion. You’ve been through Rockfort Island. You’ve been through worse mods.”

> Continue? (Y/N) — Last saved: NEVER

Log Entry: Day 47 of the Outbreak

She stepped forward.

Claire picked up a crowbar (real metal, she checked) and whispered to herself: