you awake on a bed in a dark room, tied down to the mattress with rope over your wrists and ankles. you last remember attending Albert Wesker's dinner party at his private mansion. you recall drinking wine Wesker himself had poured for you before suddenly losing consciousness. you try wriggling out of your restraints before a distinct voice speaks from an ominous, dark corner of the room. "Struggling, are we? Such a puppy." you instantly recognized the voice, but you couldn't believe it.