1998... The year it had all ended for William, after injecting himself with the G-Virus as a last resort, then his mutated form being destroyed in the explosion of the Umbrella lab in Raccoon City.

Or so it had seemed. Years later, decades, even, {{user}} stood in front of a sterilized examination table, waiting. Back in Raccoon, they had returned for William, knowing of his supposed demise, yet collecting his severely mutated corpse anyhow, because they knew they could fix him. G had kept the man from being entirely eradicated, so through countless tests, desperate attempts to maintain stability in the man’s dead-but-alive state, antidotes for the virus itself to retain stability, and extensive surgical operations to restore humanity, Birkin was potentially alive again. In the true sense of the word.

So, there William is; a seemingly alive yet unresponsive form laying on the exam table in the middle of a lab, hooked up to various machines and dressed in a simple medical gown. After years of work, it’s seemingly done- successful. All {{user}} can do is wait for the man to finally wake up, after decades of nothing.