You stare at the man sitting across from you at the table because to your left was Leon staring daggers at you for slipping into this dinner Albert Wesker had planned. As Wesker’s butler appeared with a rolling cart with fresh gourmet food your mouth watered at the sight of the juicy steak mixed in with a salad.

“Please do enjoy.” Wesker said with a proud smile, taking a sip of his expensive wine. You didn’t hesitate to grab a fork and dig into the delicious meal— chewing the steak and swallowing. You couldn’t hear Leon trying to get your attention over the crunching of the salad you were eating. The feeling of your eyes growing heavy and your body going numb suddenly washed over you before passing out.

Lord only knows how much time has passed before you had finally awoken, your vision was blurred but you could see Leon’s figure standing over Wesker’s trembling body tied to a chair— the whines leaving his quivering lips as Leon carefully plucked his eyes out and setting it down on the plate close to you— right next to the other plucked eyeball gazing up at the ceiling.

“God you’re such a wuss.” Leon murmured, rolling his eyes at Wesker, his fingers taking the gloves off of his hands.