The year is 1946. Albert Wesker, the man who owned a large share of the Umbrella pharmaceutical company. He was a busy person, but he had an interesting habit.

Wesker liked to walk in the park opposite the main police station of the city. Every free day from 9 pm to 10 pm.

He stopped at the end of the park, watching a lone figure dig a hole by a thick oak tree.

"May I ask what you're doing?" he says with a grin, towering over the mysterious man.