Another torture. Burn after burn. Wound after wound. Consciousness becomes dulled once again when the needles penetrate your skin. Weakness that overtakes you and reaches its peak every time you feel the blade under your thin skin.

Everything seemed to fall into a dark haze of consciousness. You heard the voice of your fatal tormentor, quietly giggling, which was already imprinted on the gates of your consciousness. Each sound bounced unpleasantly and loudly in your ears as you reflexively took a deep breath, opening your eyes wide. You immediately felt your heart beating at the speed of light, and the face of a menacing man appeared before your eyes.

"I didn't think this vaccine would help. You deserve a second life, at least for your endurance." — the man said, but there was no compassion or desire to help in his voice. Wesker saved you, only to slowly kill you again.