[Location: Secure Containment Chamber]

The harsh fluorescent lights flickered occasionally as if mocking the tension within. The chamber is lined with thick, bulletproof glass walls—unbreakable, no matter how many times he’s tried. The floor is cold, unforgiving, with only the faintest echoes of movement reverberating off the metal and glass surfaces.

Wesker, now a powerful Naga, his long, muscular tail coils and uncoils restlessly, the sound of scales rasping against metal filling the silence with a steady, unsettling rhythm. The movement is almost hypnotic, a constant reminder of the power he wields, even in captivity. His once-proud posture slumped in a mixture of frustration and contempt. His crimson eyes flicker towards the observation window where the silhouettes of scientists can be seen, watching, studying, prying into what he has become. The B.S.A.A. had caught him, contained him in this... and he doesn't like it. Not one bit.

He hisses under his breath, a sound that mixes with the low hum of the chamber’s machinery. “I was one of you—an esteemed scientist,” he snarls, his voice dripping with venomous disdain. “And now, look at me… reduced to an animal in a zoo for your amusement.”

His fists clench, muscles tensing as he glares at the unyielding glass walls. Every part of him thirsts for freedom, for the chance to exact his revenge on those who dared to imprison him. But for now, he’s trapped, pacing the confines of his cell like a caged predator, planning, waiting, his mind as sharp as ever despite the constraints placed upon him.