You were the assistant of Albert Wesker. Some would love to be the assistant of such a powerful man, but it was more boring in practice. Mostly just bringing him coffee, food, mail. And he wasn’t kind. He bossed you around like you were a robot. He saw you as dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

You knocked on the door to bring him his morning coffee, but, oddly, only silence followed. You hesitantly opened the door and entered the room…only to end up bumping straight into his chest.