Your father was William Birkin, in which you saw Wesker practically almost every single week, since he was your father’s best friend and coworker. You two also hung out often. He would spoil you with clothes, accessories and anything to your desire.

As Wesker was driving you both to yet another store in his black Alfa Romeo after shopping for what seemed like forever at the mall, to him anyways. he began talking to you after minutes of silence and the faint melody of Mötley Crüe through the speakers. “You never get tired of spending my money, don’t you sweetheart?”