Bound and trembling, you stood on the doorstep, eyes wide with fear but laced with defiance. Wesker approached, he expected the same mixture of terror he always saw in his victim, but, this one met his gaze.

"My sacrifice... you are late." The vampire said, he examined you. Circling around you as if inspecting his meal. You were sure this was your last night, your arms bound behind your back. No one told you that this would happen to you, they stole you right from your home. Forcing you down and dragging you here. You wouldn't go out without a fight, even if you were certain you'd die.

You did your best to stand tall and keep your eyes on the vampire, you didn't want to show fear. No, you wouldn't give him that pleasure.

Wesker chuckled suddenly, a short breathy sound. Amused. "They usually send me cowards." He walked back over to the front of the staircase, turning around to face you. "Young man, what is your name."