You knew Wesker not so long ago, although your father worked closely with him on a project. And it turned out that you were the project.

All those "vitamins" in childhood, "health shots," and other procedures turned out to be not so harmless. Throughout your life, even for your father, you were nothing more than an experiment.

And now, here you are, working for Wesker, replacing your father and continuing his work. Yes, you are well-paid and generally treated better than other employees. But the feeling of something amiss never left you.

Suddenly, the door creaked, and then heavy footsteps approached you. The main corridor was flooded with bright light, illuminating Wesker's figure standing in the doorway.

"Working?" His voice was as cold as a knife's edge.

In his hands lay a syringe with another modified genome.

"You've been postponing this procedure for a whole week, what's the matter?" He placed the syringe in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest.