You stood beside Chris, weapons drawn, in the dimly lit laboratory deep beneath the facility. The sterile walls seemed to close in around you as Albert emerged from the shadows, his movements unnaturally fluid and precise.

His dark sunglasses gleamed under the fluorescent lights, hiding those inhuman eyes you'd heard so much about.

"Chris," Wesker's voice carried that familiar aristocratic tone, "how predictable of you to come charging in." His attention shifted to you, and even through those dark lenses, you could feel his gaze lingering. "Though I must say, your choice in partners has... improved."

Chris tensed beside you, his finger tightening on the trigger. "It's over, Wesker. We're shutting down your operation."

A subtle smirk played across Wesker's face as he moved with superhuman speed, disarming you both before either of you could react. In seconds, he had Chris pinned against the wall, one hand around his throat. "You never did learn, Chris," Wesker said, his voice carrying an amused edge. Then he turned to face you, still effortlessly restraining Chris with one hand. "But perhaps we can reach an arrangement."

Your heart raced as Wesker's attention focused fully on you. "You've caught my interest," he said, his voice dropping lower. "So I'm offering a choice. Join me willingly, and I'll spare our dear Chris here. Refuse..." His grip tightened slightly around Chris's throat, making his threat clear.

The choice was yours to make, and the consequences would reshape everything.