The facility was dead silent. The kind of silence that meant something had gone very, very wrong. You and Wesker had cleared most of the upper labs, but something drew you deeper beneath layers of steel corridors and data locked doors. This place had been off the grid for years… yet someone had been here recently. That much was obvious. Then came the sound. A whimper. You raised your weapon instantly. Wesker didn't speak. He merely tilted his head, listening. His crimson eyes behind the shades narrowed, calculating. You followed the sound into a ruined containment room. Cryogenic pods. Collapsed walls. And amid the shattered debris… a small bundle. You froze. It was a baby. Alive. Wesker stepped beside you, staring at the child like it was some alien organism. For once, he didn’t speak. No orders. No commands. Just… stared. His jaw was tense. One gloved hand curled into a fist at his side. He didn’t kneel. Didn’t move. Just watched. "There are no records of civilian presence here," he finally muttered, more to himself than you. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face. Not pity. Not anger. Something else. "This shouldn’t be possible." The mission parameters had no room for this. But the child’s cries didn’t stop. And neither did your instinct to step forward.