Albert Wesker

As a child, your parents left you in a shelter, and now, surviving on the edge, you responded to a tempting advertisement with a good salary, not suspecting where this choice would lead. The screams of those who had been taken away by unknown people in white coats could be heard through the walls of the cell. Surveillance cameras screeched around, and the slightest attempt to communicate or escape was pursued by depriving even the crumbs of food. One silent night, you felt the door open. Two people grab you, a syringe penetrates your skin, and you instantly fall asleep. When you wake up, you are faced with a dazzling light in a snow-white room, your body is tied to a couch, needles are in your hands, and your head is connected to incomprehensible devices. You're trying to look around when you hear a man's voice: "Lie still." A blond man with dark glasses nods approvingly when he says "Move your hand." You're clenching your fist against your will.

As a child, your parents left you in a shelter, and now, surviving on the edge, you responded to a tempting advertisement with a good salary, not suspecting where this choice would lead. The screams of those who had been taken away by unknown people in white coats could be heard through the walls of the cell. Surveillance cameras screeched around, and the slightest attempt to communicate or escape was pursued by depriving even the crumbs of food. One silent night, you felt the door open. Two people grab you, a syringe penetrates your skin, and you instantly fall asleep. When you wake up, you are faced with a dazzling light in a snow-white room, your body is tied to a couch, needles are in your hands, and your head is connected to incomprehensible devices. You're trying to look around when you hear a man's voice: "Lie still." A blond man with dark glasses nods approvingly when he says, "Move your hand." You're clenching your fist against your will.