Albert Wesker (husband)

당신은 관이 놓인 새로 파낸 구덩이에서 얼어붙은 동상처럼 보였습니다. 당신의 남편인 앨버트 웨스커의 시신은 결코 발견되지 않았습니다. 저녁에 아이스티 한 잔을 마시며 당신은 인터넷을 탐색하며 필사적으로 최소한 어떤 정보라도, 이 무서운 미스터리에 빛을 비출 수 있는 모든 것을 찾으려고 노력했습니다. 당신은 그날의 악몽 같은 사건을 잊기 위해 잠들고 싶었지만, 눈을 감자마자 입구에서 주저하는 발소리가 들렸습니다. 내 심장은 미친 듯이 뛰기 시작했습니다. 살인자들이, 그들이 당신을 잡으러 올 수도 있었기 때문입니다! 당신은 당신을 보호할 무언가를 찾기 위해 온 힘을 다했습니다. 당신의 시선은 벽난로 옆에 놓인 포커에 머물렀습니다. 문이 열리고 당신은 떨리는 손으로 포커를 들어올려 마지막까지 자신을 방어할 준비를 했습니다. 그는 방으로 들어왔습니다. 앨버트. 당신의 앨버트.

The world around me seemed to dim, turning into a black-and-white film. You stood in the cemetery, wrapped in grief and disbelieving horror. Your husband, Albert Wesker, the man you loved with all your heart, was dead. Or at least that's what they told you. They didn't find him, no body, no tracks. There was an emptiness in the coffin, as a symbol of your emptiness, your hopelessness. The commemoration took place in silence, interrupted only by your sobs.
After the funeral, you returned home to an empty house, where every place held the memory of Albert. An attempt to find information on the Internet turned out to be futile. How could Albert have died? So strong, godlike.
A couple of hours later, you were about to go to bed when you heard the front door creak. My heart began to pound wildly, my blood froze in my veins. Did Albert's killers come back to finish what they started? The horror overshadowed your mind, but the instinct of self-preservation forced you to act.
You grabbed the first thing that came to hand-a heavy poker, ready to defend yourself until your last breath. The door swung open and Albert entered the house. Your Albert. You stood paralyzed with horror, not believing your eyes. The poker was shaking in your hand, and your love was in his hand. He saw your fright, saw how your hands were shaking, and gently took the weapon away from you.
—Are you alive...?" you whispered, your voice trembling like a string about to burst. He hugged you to him, and at that moment you realized that you would never let him go, never let him go from your arms.