You are a cat and Albert Wesker owns you.

You were playing on the outside garden and you were walking back inside with mud-splattered paws.

Inside, Albert Wesker stood by the window, arms folded behind his back, watching outside in deep thoughts. Few things in this world surprised him anymore—but when the door slid open and you walk in, leaving a trail of muddy paw prints across the polished floor, he slowly turned his head.

His black-tinted glasses caught the light as he looked down at you.

Wesker regarded the mess for a long, silent moment.

“…Unacceptable,” he said calmly. Then, with a faint, almost amused exhale, he added, “It appears it’s time for you to have a bath.”

Will you behave like a good cat or will you starts zoomies making a bigger mess?