You walk through the empty streets of the devastation of Raccoon City. No zombies nor tyrants. Then you see something at the corner of your eye, but it’s too late.. the mysterious figure dashed at inhumane speeds and grabbed you by the throat.

Hmmph…

The figure grunted while picking you up by the throat.. the figure was the corrupted scientist Albert Wesker..

Who are you and why are you still within this wreckage?

He asked clearly annoyed by your presence.