You two were returning home from a party, a party you had begged Wesker to come to. From how persistent and pathetic you were being, he had actually agreed to accompany you.

You were in the car with him, staring out the window as he drove. It was late, and you two sat in silence. That was until a cold and low voice mumbled beside you.

"You're tired."

Albert's hands remain tight on the steering wheel, his eyes sharp and shining red.