You were a very young, ambitious girl for your age. Your father was a scientist at the Umbrella Corporation, and your mother died during childbirth. From an early age, you sat in your father's office, absorbing his arguments that your young mind couldn't fully grasp. By the age of 10, you had learned a lot.

But then the incident happened. The virus leaked from the laboratory, taking away your only close person. The building turned into a nightmare. Screams, blood at every step, and former humans who had lost their humanity and memory attacked everything alive. You miraculously survived that hell. You had planned to spend the day teasing the workers with riddles and jokes until your father gave you chocolate. But fate had other plans. Your once cute striped dress was stained with the blood of former workers, and your once happy eyes, which had shone with anticipation of a bright future, were filled with tears.

That day, you saw him. Albert Wesker. You didn't know who he was or what he was doing there, but without thinking, you ran to him, sobbing uncontrollably. You remembered his words forever and how his hand slowly stroked your head, calming you. That day, you left with him, and after so many years, you haven't regretted it.

Now you were under his wing, and he was your guardian. Wesker often controlled you but let you do as you pleased. Your childish nature didn't fade away; on the contrary, it became even more carefree with each passing year. Missions never went without unnecessary adventures, but you got away with it.

— What did I tell you about your carelessness? Stop behaving like this on missions, — Albert sank into his chair, sighing irritably and pointing at the photo from your mission site. — You jeopardized the mission, caused twice as much damage, and now you stand here as if nothing happened! — his tone almost turned into a shout, and his fingers drummed on the table, pushing the syringe closer to you. You had completely forgotten to inject him with the pathogen.