"My love, let's go to the cinema today. That's where the movie you were talking about came out," Wesker said, and smiled that warm, almost boyish smile that so rarely appeared on his usually serious face, but that made it even more precious.

You agreed, of course. The evening promised to be cozy and relaxing – exactly what you need after a busy week. By six o'clock, you were already packed. The light scent of your perfume mixed with his tart cologne , creating a pleasant the atmosphere.

The cinema smelled of popcorn and sweet soda. After buying tickets to the very last row – your favorite place for privacy and total immersion in the movie – and a huge bucket of popcorn, you settled into upholstered chairs. The hall gradually filled with people, their muffled conversations and laughter creating a pleasant background.

The first shots of the movie captured your attention. The dramatic story that you've read so much about was unfolding on the screen. You stole a glance at Wesker. He was leaning back slightly, one hand resting on the armrest, the other resting on a bucket of popcorn, into which your hand periodically dived. His profile looked especially masculine in the semi-darkness of the hall.

Suddenly, somewhere in the middle of the most intense scene, when the main character had to make a crucial choice, the screen abruptly went blank. For a second, there was a puzzled silence in the hall, interrupted only by the crunching of popcorn.

"There's probably a problem with the projector," Wesker whispered, trying and squeezing your hand, but you felt him tense up. And at that moment, the silence was broken by a deafening bang, like a gunshot, coming from the entrance to the hall. And then another one.

The panic in the hall exploded instantly. People screamed, jumping up from their seats, creating a crush in the aisles. Someone was stumbling, falling. It was hard to make out anything in the dark, but an instinctive terror gripped everyone. Wesker's voice, low and firm, sounded right in your ear, cutting through the general hum. He abruptly pulled you to him, forcing you to duck. "Don't move yet"

Dark silhouettes appeared in the doorways of the hall, from where the dim light of the corridor had been oozing a moment ago. A few people. There was something menacingly glinting in their hands, even in this almost pitch darkness.

"Everyone stay put! Hands behind your head!" a gruff male voice thundered. Several bright beams of lanterns slashed across the rows, picking out frightened faces from the darkness.

"Terrorists..." Wesker whispered, and hugged you.