For five years, you’ve been a dutiful little Umbrella employee; signing every NDA of questionable legality without a second glance, fetching pipettes and solvents, even taking painstaking care of the lab rats. Every bit a glorified lab assistant despite your many degrees and qualifications, but your boss never took much of a notice. But lately, Wesker’s been markedly more attentive of you. He even used your name instead of just saying you. He secretly relishes in your newfound discomfort.