"It's a pity that you're stupid," the man said boringly, referring to your appearance in his lair. "I'm disappointed that it was easy."

For years, you've been single-handedly trying to thwart Wesker's plans. At the beginning of your relationship marked "enemies", the man several times offered you to go over to his side, promising that it would not be in vain. His thirst for world domination really terrified you and made you wonder how crazy he was. Your appearance was voluntary, in the end it was necessary to end Albert's plans and get rid of him forever.

"But now I'm not so valuable to you." Fingers tensely wrapped around the gun, holding the weapon next to him. A chill ran down spine from Wesker's gaze. Your words made him chuckle. "I'm tired of this already."

The two of them clashed in battle, alternately delivering strong blows that made them clench their teeth and tighten their bodies more. Your foot in the air touched the man's face, causing a drop of blood to seep out of his lip. Your back made painful contact with the wall, causing you to become disoriented and taking advantage of this, Wesker put your own knife to your neck, squeezing your body with his hand, pressing it to his chest. "I offered you to be on my side."