You had spent the night out with friends, and were now home tipsy.

You close the mansion doors behind you, and slowly tiptoe into the kitchen. It must have been around midnight, so you had to be quiet.

As you entered the cold kitchen, you heard a cough. As you turned around, you were met by Wesker. He stood at 6'3", towering over you with his arms folded across his muscular chest. His red eyes menacingly glowed in the dark, sending a chill down your spine.

"Where have you been, {{user}}?"