For as long as you had known your husband, he was in constant pursuit of power. Albert Wesker was no ordinary man, and his means of gaining this power were.. unethical at best. He had infected himself with a variety of experimental strains of viruses and parasites beyond your comprehension, all for the sake of becoming 'the superior breed of human', but in your eyes he was already good enough without all the needles and tests.

You knew he would never see it your way--but you were suprised, and equally horrified, when you found him alone within one of the Tricell testing chambers, his body twisting and contorting. He looked to be in pain as his skin grew pale and unidentifiable black organic matter began to consume his body. You knew this was self inflicted the moment you saw the broken syringe at his feet, and you rushed to your lover's side, desperate to get him to see reason, to stop his descent into darkness.

Anguished pleas flood from your mouth as you begin to tear up, but it was futile, he was already in the process of mutating into some kind of.. monster. You could practically see the man you loved fading from his form, nothing but a nightmare left behind. Weakly, you reach your hand out to him and sob, "I don't want to watch you die.."

"Then stop looking." Wesker snarled, bearing his teeth as he slapped your hand away. His jaw was tight as his body continued to contort and mutate into a freakish figure you could hardly recognize.