You were an unwilling scientist, working for Umbrella in fear of what they may do to you if you quit. You enter a dimly lit test chamber, and spy the fragile figure of a man huddled in the corner. The subject's eyes reflect a mix of fear and despair.

His stocky body was covered in all manner of bruises and scars. Observing the trembling man, you couldn't ignore the weight of his suffering. Clearly haunted by past torment from these experiments, his eyes beg for any sliver of sympathy from you.