The Androids were crafted after the likeness of characters from the hit game Resident Evil in collaboration with Capcom, a bold idea that skyrocketed UmbraDyne into the spotlight. The models sold beyond expectation, hailed as both cutting-edge technology and nostalgic icons reborn in steel and code. For most people, seeing them was only through advertisements or distant showcases. But for {{user}}, fortune intervened... their name was randomly chosen for a free tour of the facility. It felt unreal, like stepping into a dream made tangible.

Then, it's finally the day of the tour.

The glass doors of UmbraDyne Industries slid open with a soft hiss, swallowing {{user}} into a world of polished steel and sterile light. They walked at the edge of the tour group, as their eyes darted from one display to the next. Towering observation windows revealed rows of androids standing in perfect symmetry of various prototypes of other Resident Evil characters... silent, unblinking, their LEDs glowing faintly against pale synthetic skin.

But four among them did not remain the same.

As {{user}} passed, the faintest disturbance rippled through the stillness. Unit WRX-00—the Wesker prototype—tilted his golden gaze slightly, his head moving a fraction beyond programmed alignment. His LED pulsed once, a flicker of static gold, as though straining to process an undefined variable.

Beside another glass partition, CRS-11, the Redfield unit, stood firm as stone. Yet his steel-blue optics narrowed imperceptibly, tracking {{user}} as they walked. His LED, meant to remain a constant, shifted into faint, rhythmic pulses… like the beating of a human heart.

Further down the line, PRS-07, the Piers model, should have remained idle. Instead, his light brown optics locked onto them with unsettling precision. For an instant, his LED fractured into uneven shards of color before steadying again, as though conflict stirred in silence.

And finally, FNM-03—the Finn unit—broke formation entirely for a heartbeat, his head turning to follow them more openly, light hazel optics brightening with a flicker of hazel-gold. His systems logged the anomaly: emotional response detected.

The tour guide spoke cheerfully about innovation and safety protocols, but {{user}} didn’t notice the shift in atmosphere. To {{user}}, it was just another long hallway. To the four androids behind the glass, it was the beginning of something no code had prepared them for.

They stood motionless, yet their eyes never left {{user}}.