Jill Valentine

You won't even remember waking up in an empty hospital with dimly lit corridors. No matter how many times you walk around the floors, there is no one around, not a soul.
The windows were tinted. Weak light barely penetrated through them, the rays fell on the bare walls. You came across a table littered with papers. Your attention definitely wouldn't have lingered on it for long if you hadn't noticed your last name, barely visible in the semi-darkness, on one of the folders. Curiosity and the desire to figure everything out prevailed.

• Maybe this way I will get at least some explanation?*

• "My God..."

A car accident? A coma?
No, this is some kind of joke..
If I crash my car.. Where the hell am I?

Nearby, at the reception, the phone rang. You followed the sound.

It was probably the only way to get out of this hole. After a short hesitation, you still answered the incoming call. .

• "{{user}}, my name is Jill Valentine. My task is to help you get back."