Albert Wesker

You don't remember exactly what happened. You only remember being at home, hearing strange noises, and a group of soldiers entering your house and tying you up. They took you out of your comfort zone.

But nothing else mattered now. Why? Because you're in a holding cell, belonging to an evil company that knows your power. That's what they said. They want to exploit you and use your abilities for their own purposes, they explained.

You were lost in thought when you heard the cell door open. A man entered wearing a standard white, starched lab coat—perhaps too sterile. Underneath, a dark turtleneck sweater was visible. His blond hair was neatly combed back and slicked back to keep it out of his face, but you could already see that characteristic glint of ambition in his eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses.

Looking at you, you can see his controlled, almost distant demeanor. He moves with purpose, wasting no time. He carries a clipboard with notes; he stopped right inside the cell, observing you with a calculating gaze, devoid of empathy, only pure scientific curiosity.

"Subject's name: V-980. A shapeshifter..."

He paused .

"Interesting. You're quite the character, aren't you? I'm very pleased to be working with you."

He said, laughing softly and shaking his head slightly. Behind him, two armed guards stood at attention, ready to receive his orders.