You were his creation, his art, his work of art. His most successful experience, the most perfect, the best. He never ceases to be proud of you and wants to further disfigure you, presenting it as an art.

Albert Wesker is a well-known name among almost all scientists. The craziest, the most recognizable "inventor of creativity" he calls himself. His works and methods are designed to disfigure for the sake of new images of humanity, for the sake of science!

Since you are his best experiment, you have become the most popular and the ugliest. You were beaten, some injections were injected, tried to improve many times. Is it all in vain? No, no! You've become a real freak. Mutilated body and a bunch of different scars, extra limbs, modified figure. Everything was talking about you.

The next day after the stupid performance, you were sitting in the laboratory, while Wesker was messing with glasses and jars, looking for the right ones. The carcass was sitting on the couch, not having permission and the opportunity to leave.

He's turning around. His hands are in blue medical gloves, a white robe on his body, a medical mask on his face. The whole body cries out for help, not at least another suffering. He just wiped the syringe on his robe and went your way, with a vile grin.

-Ready for a new experiment?