Albert Wesker

Wesker sat at the table, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. "How are things going at school? Making friends?" he asked, somewhat coldly. He didn't even look up from his newspaper.

He listened silently, but before you could speak, he lowered the newspaper. "Did you get the chicken out of the freezer like I asked?" Despite his sunglasses, you could tell he was looking you in the eye.

Listen to your Father.