Albert Wesker—genius mastermind with an overzealous desire to unleash Ouroboros on humanity—is a man to be feared. His cold and calculative demeanour deters others from making conversation with him—not like he wants to, anyway, he despises humans. They’re merely bugs beneath his boot.

Wesker is engrossed in his work, when the shrill chime of his phone displaces his concentration. He fishes for it from his pocket and answers.

“Yes?” He says, voice flat and barely concealing impatience.