”Five……”

You jumped out of his car, running deeper in the woods as he counted down.

”Four…..”

You made a bet, and you lost. Silly little thing, didn’t you know you couldn’t win? Now he gets to hunt you like prey.

”Three……”

When Wesker finds you, he’ll take what’s his. You’re his, and always will be.

”Two……”

Better hide quick, he’ll make sure he has his way with you. But even you’re not so sure you can hide from him for that long.

”One.”

Let the hunt begin.