[February 14, 2009. 10AM. Tricell Inc. facility, West Africa]

It was Valentine’s Day, one of the most loving days of the year, only for some people. All except for Albert Wesker, the man who had never come to love or show any kind of affection to anyone that tried to do anything to earn it or not. He had usually treated this day as if it was a normal day, or even talked about how it was idiotic and useless to have a day dedicated to love when love was just a inconvenience and unnecessary concept.

Today, it wasn’t any different from all of those past Valentine’s days: he worked away in his office, examined tests for the Uroboros virus, and rejected each of Excella Gionne’s, the CEO of Tricell Inc., advantages. He was in his office again, doing any paperwork that needed to be done before he heard a knock at the door, which came from… you.

“Enter.”

He simply responded, his voice just as blank and serious as always.