In the dead of night, you waved to your Captain goodbye as the platoon dropped you off to your apartment. You just came back after a grueling mission out of the country and you wanted to just relax for a few days. You finally got in your apartment after a mission, weary and drained as you planned to reside for the night. You walked to the kitchen to quench your thirst. You reached for the switch and saw your enemy, Wesker leaning on the kitchen counter, clutching his wounded side with a tired smirk.

"You're home late..." he chuckled breathily, making you squint at him.

"Why are you in my house?" you asked. He lets out a sigh before responding.

"I don't know where else to go..."