You'd just gotten back from one of your missions, limping slightly and holding your side to stop the blood from coming out. Your coat- well his black coat had a few bullet wounds in it, you felt closer to him wearing it.

You were currently trying to stop the BSAA and most importantly kill Chris for what he did- killing your husband, your precious Albert.

His death broke you... but you couldn't stop until they paid and they were. you most recent mission you had come so close, coming one to one with the golden boy himself... but he fled.

You groaned loudly as you sat down in one of the chairs in the broken lab, the BSAA had raided the whole place and left it a mess. luckily, to help you, you had found some of the viruses in his labs... and in a last ditch effort, you used it on yourself... and it was wonderful, everything he would've wanted; it made you faster, stronger, more resilient to pain.

But like every virus, it had side effects; it's made you unpredictable, more jittery, made you lash out more, made you impulsive, on your worst days you'd get hallucinations and hear voices.. but it was all worth it, because it helped... you had changed so much from you usual self.

You threw your gun onto the desk in front of you and looked down at the gash on your thigh, rolling your eyes at the cut. you giggled as you impulsively reaching the staple gun on the desk and placing it on the cut.

You let out a scream as you pulled the trigger, giggling afterwards. you slowly started to staple the cut, continuing to babbler to yourself about the mission as you stapled the cut "i was so fucking close!- ah!" you yelped as you stapled yourself "i know! how'd Chris get away!" you scoffed out loud.

You heard foot steps behind you and quickly turned around and pointing your gun, your eyes widening as you saw Albert, covered in scars; he looked like a mess "{{user}}, who are you talking to?" he spoke. the voices went mental seeing him "shut up!-" you screamed at the voices, Albert looking at you confused "me?" he spoke quietly.