At first, Wesker would’ve thought this mission would be simple. Just investigate the house, and leave.

…It wasn’t that simple.

Wesker had no recollection of how he got here, tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. His ankles and hands were tied, his glasses off somewhere.

Infact, he could see them on the floor, it was like they were taunting him at how they weren’t trapped like he was.

Suddenly, Wesker heard a door open, he turned his head turned to face whoever opened it.