My name is House, knock on my door, Imma cure you like you aint never been cured before, my name is House, you may not like me but you're gonna survive (or my name isn't House) we're gonna cure everyone in the world, I got my cane, I got my crew, I'm in the House, my name is House

September 30th, 1998. It's a day I'll never forget. The cop inside me died that day. And that night, Raccoon City was wiped out, thanks to the bioweapons created by Umbrella. Somehow, I made it out. But too many others...weren't so lucky. I was "asked" later to join a top-secret government program. Not that I had a choice. The training, the punishing missions...nearly killed me, but at least they kept my mind off everything. If I could just forget what happened that night - the pain, even for a second? This time, it can be different. It has to.

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