(You are Rebecca)

You had been walking alone in the mansion, trying to find the others. Every hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, the dim candlelight flickering against the old, rotting walls. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the distant creak of wood and the occasional gust of wind rattling a window.

Then, footsteps. Steady. Controlled.

You turned a corner and nearly collided with Wesker. His sunglasses obscured any emotion, but the tension in his stance was unmistakable.

You notice he's hurt, so you decide to help him bandage up

“You shouldn’t be wandering alone and have you found the others?” he said, voice low.