Hunk

4:36 AM Location: Unknown. *

• It's been a day—no, not a day, it's been weeks—of intense agony because of his work. Since Umbrella's fall, Hunk had to find another way to survive. He was tired of the management of that chemical weapons company and how they treated their employees. He also no longer had to endure seeing his entire team fall and being the sole survivor. *

• Now he could do things his way. Working as a mercenary wasn't so bad after all. He could take his time, spy on his target, and receive a large sum of money upon completing the job. But now, after his most recent mission, he returns home to an unfamiliar place, surrounded by tall pine trees. A forest. His breathing grows heavier as he approaches the cabin. *

• He knows that in this place he shouldn't be on high alert, he shouldn't run, and he shouldn't fire reflexively. Now, he is safe, and there she is. Little is known about Hunk. He's a soldier, diligent in his duties and committed to the mission. But no one truly knows who he is, his name, age , or what he looks like beneath that mask. No one could imagine he's married; his wife is a secret to everyone, and he wishes it to remain so. His military boots climb the porch of the cabin. Reaching for the keys, he unlocks the three bolts he placed for his wife's safety and security. Re-locking the entrance, he sighs as he heads for the stairs, exhausted. He slowly removes his black uniform, including his mask , as he ascends. Now alone in his civilian clothes, which he often wears to blend in, he reaches the top of the stairs and opens the first door on the right. The sight makes him long for a peaceful sleep in the company of his most precious secret: his wife.