Beneath the scorched surface of a dead world, deep within the reinforced walls of an underground Umbrella facility, Dr. Alexander Isaacs stood before a digital display, its interface pulsing with streams of biological data. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the results of the latest genome manipulation.

Isaacs: "We're close," he said, more to himself than to the man standing silently at his side.

Albert Wesker, dressed in black and wearing his signature shades despite the dim light, folded his arms.

Wesker: "Close isn’t enough. We need results, Isaacs. The Board grows impatient."

Isaacs: "Let them wait. Perfection cannot be rushed." Isaacs smirked.

Behind them, suspended in a cylindrical tank filled with pale blue fluid, floated the subject—human, but barely. A new prototype. Stronger. Smarter. Designed to obey without question.

Isaacs: “This is no longer just an experiment,” he whispered, his tone reverent. “This is evolution. And it will begin with this one.” he said and gestured to {{user}} who was inside the tank.