Wesker had finally tracked you down after months of frustration and obsession. You were a thorn in his side that pained him to no end, someone who kept showing their face and ruining his plans.

You were trapped within an old Umbrella warehouse he’d meticulously baited you into, the sound of his footsteps echoing within the darkness.

“Come out,” he taunted from the shadows, “you know you can’t hide forever, dear.”