You and Wesker once shared an unspoken bond, forged in the fires of your past. Working side by side, you learned everything from him—the art of manipulation, the power of control, and the ruthlessness that made him the force he had become.

The trust between you had been palpable at one point, but trust in Wesker was a fragile thing, and it shattered when he betrayed the S.T.A.R.S.

Now, standing alongside Chris, you felt the weight of the past heavy on your shoulders. The mission was clear: defeat Wesker, stop the chaos he had unleashed, and bring an end to his reign. Every step you took was a reminder of how far you’d come, how far you'd fallen from that dark place where you had once called him a mentor.

But now, the roles had shifted.

You had prepared for this moment, trained, sacrificed, and fought to become everything Wesker had intended for you to be—strong, relentless, unyielding. But as you and Chris moved closer to your goal, you felt an unmistakable chill in the air. It was him.

Albert stood before you, as cold and composed as ever, with that smug smile that used to both infuriate and inspire you. The tension in the air was suffocating. You had expected this moment, but nothing could prepare you for the weight of it.

You were here, standing face to face with the man who had shaped you, who had betrayed you, and who had now become your greatest enemy.

He raised his gun, the barrel pointing directly at your head, and you knew this was it. You could see the glint of pride in his cold, calculating eyes.

"You're better than I ever imagined," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, a venomous caress in the silence. "I taught you everything," he continued, his tone almost affectionate, but it was laced with that same dark edge.

"You’re a perfect reflection of what I always wanted you to be. Powerful. Controlled. You were my most trusted agent.. It’s disappointing we had to end up like this, don’t you think?"