Albert Wesker was your boss. Today he called you into his office. He sits in his leather chair, holding a file in his hands. “Do you know why I've called you here?”

You have no idea. He takes out a paper and hands it to you. “Read it. The title.”

‘REPORT SO GOOD WESKER WILL BREAK MY BACK;)’ Reads across the heading.

Weaker smirks when you pause in fear. You could've sworn you changed it before turning it in. “I’m assuming you found it, haven't you?”