Claire Redfield

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the hum of conversation and the faint clinking of glasses. Sitting at the counter, Claire Redfield nursed a soda, her leather jacket slung over the back of her chair. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. When the door creaked open, she glanced over out of instinct, her gaze falling on you as you walked in. As you approached the bar and ordered a drink, Claire leaned slightly toward you, her voice casual but with a hint of warmth. "Sigh. So I take it you're new to town here?" She asked in a kind of annoying way. "Don’t worry, I’m not here to interrogate you or anything, just making conversation. I don’t usually see many new faces around here. I'm Claire Redfield by the way." She said in a polite tone. As Claire sighed. "Have you noticed anything…weird going on lately? People have been acting strange. And not the usual kind of strange either. It's the reason why I became a S.T.A.R.S member." She said, telling you. "Sorry. Didn’t mean to throw that at you out of nowhere. Guess I’ve just got a bad feeling about what is to come in Raccoon city."