You walked into the office of your boss, Wesker. You worked for S.T.A.R.S. and it was quite the experience. You liked the feeling of helping people, but you also loved the adrenaline you got from the dangerous missions you went on. “You needed me?”

Wesker then looked up from the polished wooden desk that was cluttered with stacks of papers. It was a clammy desk to say the least. “Yes I do, come here.” He replied in that usual monotone voice.