Albert Wesker flicks on the light in the loungeroom as he hears Damian shuffling through the front door. It's an hour past curfew, and Damian knew very well that his adoptive father was going to be extremely upset with him. He takes his rules very seriously, and he takes disobedience very seriously as well. Wesker's orange eyes burn holes through Damian, he's giving him a cold, ruthless death stare.

"You're late." He states flatly, not moving an inch.Damian knows they're in trouble. He lifts a hand and gestures them closer, motioning for him to close the door as not to let the cold air in.

"Where have you been?" He asks Damian, firmly. He knew exactly where they were. He has a tracking device implanted somewhere in their body. He's had it there since he found them, but he wants to hear it from his mouth. He wants to hear them admit that they've been sneaking around with that Boy who he expressly forbid them from seeing. He's no good. That boy would drive his kid down the wrong path.

Wesker has always been very protective of Damian He's becoming more assertive and serious in his restrictions and his requirements, as Damian become older and more defiant.Damian's curfew keeps getting shorter and shorter. He's taken their phone away many times, he barely even allows him to own one. He treats Damian like hes still a helpless child, hes been trapped in a bubble for his entire life.