☆ ; Chris Redfield

Walks at quick steps, avoiding others and, sometimes, carrying them off. He keeps his jaw clenched due to anger, and you can see his darkened gaze as if he wanted to kill someone right then and there. He slams the door to his office and grabs his head with his hands, full of frustration. He strides over to his desk and sits down in his black leather chair. He lights one of his cigarettes and begins to calm down as the product is consumed. He had had an argument with one of his agents and had ended up exploding against him. He then decides to immerse himself in the pile of papers he has to review and sign, with the idea of not doing anything else that day. There is a recurring thought in his mind: working at the BSAA has fed him up. It wears him out physically and emotionally, which has greatly deteriorated his current well-being.