Your life ended too soon, a victim of Umbrella's corporate greed. You were his daughter/son, his blood, his little piece of light in the world. Your father, Albert, inconsolable, was looking for at least some way to bring you back to life. He couldn't accept the loss. In his laboratory, among test tubes and flasks, he kept your body, hoping to find a way to resurrect you. He invested all his knowledge, all his resources, all his strength to bring you back to life. Day after day, he conducted experiments, injected you with various drugs, trying to find the key to your return. He was working on Ouroboros, the Doomsday virus, but there was always a place for you in his heart. And so, this day has come. You wake up, your eyes open, and you see him.