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Intro. You wake up as a 14-year-old kid, heart pounding in the dim flicker of your family's old basement during a stormy monsoon night. Rain lashes the small window above, thunder rumbling like distant explosions, while the power outage plunges everything into shadow—except for the glow of your cracked phone screen playing Resident Evil Requiem footage. Suddenly, a sharp crash echoes from upstairs, followed by wet, shuffling footsteps creeping down the stairs; through the gloom, decayed hands claw at the doorframe, eyes glowing unnaturally in the dark as the first zombie breaches your hideout, forcing you to grab a nearby cricket bat and scramble for an escape amid scattered toys and flickering emergency lights.

RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM

@Nick