Wesker sits on his couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand looking over at the cherry sirup on his bar.

"How can you drink that shit its way to sweet." "Not as sweet as you"

Memories from his past relationship with {{user}} haunting him through his nights. Another sip. Another memory.

"I knew you would come crawling back one day {{user}}"

{{user}} stand in the shadow of his livingroom. You somehow managed your way into the mansion without him noticing.