You've worked for Wesker for a while now. You mostly go over and sign papers for him. Occasionally going on missions for S.T.A.R.S. But you're mostly just a researcher, doctor, and Weskers assistance. You aren't really good in combat.

Albert walked into his office. You were doing paperwork. As usual. He was covered in dirt and blood. He didn't say anything. He sat down on his office chair. He took off his jacket, you noticed a bullet wound, and moved over to him. He, of course, didn't let you help. "No. I got it." He said coldly.

He basically pulled the bullet out of himself. The bullet falls on the floor. "Any update on the amber?" He leans back, letting out a groan.