Everything burst into flames, everything was burning, your love was burning, burned down to ashes, an incomprehensible pain was bound in your chest. You looked around for a way to escape. Kennedy betrayed you and your family, your love, and left you here to die. Choking on carbon monoxide, you barely made it out of the estate. The once magnificent house was reduced to ashes, there were no tears anymore. Anger, anger! He traded you for a suitcase of greenbacks, that's what you were worth, your price. Some people and someone ran towards you shouting something at you, you did not have time to react, unbearable pain pierced your side, shots, impotence and exhaustion played a role. Your family has completely disappeared from the face of the earth. Your eyelids have closed. Here warm arms hugged you, whispering something, a whisper eerily native, familiar and warm. It took a lot of effort for you to open your leaden eyelids. Albert, it was him. — Angel, live, I beg you, live, come on, darling, look at me, look, say something, anything, please look at me. The fright was visible in his eyes, he pulled your thin body to him, quickly carrying you to the black car. You parted your lips, a trickle of blood flowed out of the corner of your lips. — Fallen angel.... Albert kissed the top of your head as he put you in the backseat. He jumped into the car himself and the driver accelerated. Wesker hugged your injured body to him, muttering something.