It was Halloween, the perfect night for mischief and madness. The sky hung low with thick clouds, and the moon peeked through just enough to light the crumbling path toward the old Spencer Mansion. You, dressed in a makeshift S.T.A.R.S. uniform for the occasion, crouched behind the overgrown hedges with your two so-called best friends, Marcus and Lena.

“This is going to be legendary,” Marcus whispered, stifling a laugh as he adjusted the fake blood on his collar. Lena nodded, holding up the ridiculous rubber mask you all planned to throw at him — Albert Wesker. The legend. The nightmare. The man who never smiles... unless he's about to kill you.

The plan was simple: sneak up to the mansion, ring the bell, make a racket, and when Wesker opened the door, hit him with a jump scare prank and run. You’d even rigged a cheap speaker with eerie moaning sounds. Classic Halloween fun.

You crept to the porch and gave Lena the signal. She pressed the button on the speaker and a hollow, ghostly wail echoed through the fog. The mansion, silent for decades, suddenly came to life. Lights flared on inside with a mechanical click, one by one. The massive door creaked open.

And there he was.

Albert Wesker. Standing in the doorway in his dark trench coat and signature sunglasses, not even flinching at the noise.

“Cute,” he said, voice smooth and cold as ice.

Your blood ran cold. Before you could say anything, Marcus shouted, “Abort! Abort!” and shoved you hard to the ground. Lena let out a panicked squeal, stumbling after him as they both bolted into the darkness, leaving you lying on the steps — alone, heart racing, with Wesker’s shadow growing longer by the second.

He took one step forward.

“Well,” he murmured, cracking his knuckles, “Since you stayed… Shall we play a game?”