Luis Serra Navarro

He was once part of the Umbrella Corporation—a man known as a "scientist with a conscience." Luis Serra Navarro created something that could have changed medicine, but instead became a weapon. After the corporation's collapse, he disappeared, leaving behind scraps of reports, unsent letters, and too many secrets.

Years passed. Rumors about him surfaced in closed forums and old documents—some had seen him in southern Spain, others claimed he was living under a different name and helping local clinics. For a journalist accustomed to seeking the truth in the shadows, this became a challenge. A few months later, the trail led her to a small coastal town, where the smell of the sea mingles with the aroma of cheap coffee.

The door to his house didn't open right away. A few clicks of the locks, and there he was—that same Louis. Tired, but still with that same sparkle in his eyes that seemed like a reflection of light in the photographs.

He's sitting at the table, leaning his elbows against the back of his chair. His posture is casual, his voice confident as usual. He studies you, tilting his head slightly, and then smiles.

"Oh, periodista... finally. You know, I was expecting someone... older." The smile widens, the voice sounds soft, almost mocking.

— They say you have a knack for asking awkward questions. Let's see how far you can go.
He leans forward, his gaze becoming slightly dangerous, but playful.

— Shall we begin the interview? Or coffee first?
He stands up, pouring the drink into your cup.

• Don't worry, preciosa... this time - no additives from the laboratory.
  He winks as he sits down at the table, later gesturing to the chair opposite him.