A year has passed since Wesker's death. You lived your life peacefully until this happened... It all started with a strange squeak under the table when you were working. Looking down, you found a small human copy of Wesker there, in the form of a plush. Of course you thought it was a joke and picked it up to put it away. But suddenly, plush Albert just went and bit your hand, causing it to immediately let go of him! Wesker fell onto the table on his back and began to squeak pitifully, waving his arms and legs, trying to get up. It didn't seem like a joke anymore... He was really alive! Taking the plush in your hands, you began to think what to do with it...