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United States
I see that town.
Raccoon City.
You promised me you'd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.
Well, I'm alone there now...
In our 'RPD Station'...
Waiting for you...
Waiting for you to
come to bingo with me.
But you never do.
And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of late breakfasts and alcohol.
I know I've done too many backflips. Something you'll
never forgive me for.
I wish I could change
that, but I can't.
I feel so evil
laying here, waiting for you...
Every day I stare at my Ducati XDiavel and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is...
Ada came today.
She told me if it's not Wong, it's wrong.
It’s not that I'm getting more evil.
It’s just that this may be
my last chance...
I think you know what I mean...
Even so, I'm glad to be coming
to bingo. I've missed it terribly.
But I'm afraid, Jame.
I'm afraid you don't really
want to go bingo with me.
Whenever you look for your wife,
I can tell how hard it is on you...
hate me or pity me...
Or maybe I'm just too silent...
I'm sorry about that.
When I first learned that
I was going to be in RE9, I just
didn't want to accept it.
I was so angry all the time and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
Especially my husband, Chris.
That's why I understand
if you do hate me.
But I want you to
know this, Jame.
I'll always love you.
Even though our bingo sessions together had
to end like this, I still wouldn't
trade it for the world. We had
some wonderful years together.
Well, this letter has gone on
too long, so I'll say goodbye.
I told Claire to give
this to you after I'm gone.
That means that as you read
this, I'm already evil.
I can't tell you to remember me,
but I can't bear for you to
forget September 30th, 1998.
These last few years since I
became a resident... I'm so sorry for
killing the president...
You've given me so much Jack and
I haven't been able to return
a single bottle.
for bingo now.
Go gamble, Jame.
Jame...
You made me evil