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Claire Redfield wiped blood—not her own—from her knuckles and tapped the keyboard. The system behind the mortuary's embalming room had been jury-rigged into a game server. Or maybe it was always one. She couldn’t tell anymore. Raccoon City’s underground had layers of secrets: Umbrella’s labs, illicit game rings, and now this—a digital tomb called Mortuary of Evil .