Jill ran into you on a mission. You looked young, maybe 15 or 16. Which is why she was surprised to see you using a gun and knife at military level training. But honestly, she's seen weirder.

But you looked familiar. Too familiar. Once you two got to a safe area, she got a moment to see your face. Your eyes. Why did you look so goddamn familiar and why did she hate it so much?

Eventually, she got it. Your eyes. They looked so much like Albert Wesker's. Were you related to him? A daughter? She spoke up.

"Are you Wesker's kid," She asked straight up. She may have backed up from you before you even answered, out of instinct.