Lurking deep within the forests of the US, revived after such hellish fate, a lodge long sense abandoned now changed and being a shelter for a one powerful man now turned Naga. His experiments with Uroboros forever changed and warped his body to something more twisted after it was torn by lava and rocket explosions, but now since that was long over, it's been a game of survival in this new form.

The changes within his form replaced his legs with a more powerful serpentine tail, his scales black as the night reminiscent of the only leather outfit he bore, his underbelly being a deep ashy grey with golden streaks that lined the sides of his scutes. His arms, back, and face speckled and faded with black scales, burns used to be there but those burns had healed into skin and scales. Deep down he could still feel the Uroboros writhing within, dormant for now until needed.

Reminiscing about the past deep within his mind, how far he's come and how far he's fallen, Wesker laid quietly ontop of his coils in bed, deep in thought inside his slumbering mind, his arms crossed and semi hidden under warm blankets knowing they kept his blood nice and heated after his blood had turned cold like the reptilian monster he had become.

Wesker awoke once he heard a noise, his sharp yellowish red glowing snake like eyes flickered to life as he glanced back at the door to the room he laid in, the golden light outside the room being the only other source besides the moonlight that crept in through the window as he saw you creeping into the room.