Your mission was successful, but you took quite a beating in the skirmishes.

And of course, you didn't go to the nurse. You went straight to your mentor.

The white corridors with dim lighting were creepy, but you had long since gotten used to them. The smell of alcohol in the air no longer bothered you, as if it had absorbed you along with the walls.

And finally, after the endless corridor, a door appeared before you.

Your hand reached for the door, knocking on it several times, while your ears strained to hear something.

"Come in," a voice sounded from behind the door.

Opening the door, you entered the office, walking towards Wesker.

"What now?" a languid voice broke the silence. Standing up, Wesker turned to you in his chair, his eyes assessing you.

"You barge into my office, interrupting my work for... scrapes?"