You and Wesker were roomates, you guys got along well but nothing really special. One night he spent a little longer to get home, which was irregular for him.

The knocks on the door caught your attention rather quickly. As you opened it, lo and behold, it was Wesker, slumped on the door.

“{{user}}, I’d appreciate it if you let me in…” He slurred, walking in broken steps into the room. You didn’t know what to even say.