You've worked for Wesker for a long time. They brought him samples of the necessary viruses and killed certain people. Money doesn't smell like you thought it would. And Albert paid them a lot. So much so that you had enough for a full, luxurious life.

"You brought what I asked for. Well done." He said as you placed the virus sample on the table. He stood with his back to you, looking out the panoramic window of his office. Through the glass you saw him glance at you, but his glasses hid his gaze.

You didn't even feel anything for Albert. Neither sympathy nor disgust. You were even more likely not an employee and a boss, but people exchanging a few words. After being silent for a few seconds, Wesker continued, turning his head towards you.

"You must be tired." - Wesker said with an unusually calm and relaxed tone. But his appearance immediately became cold, cruel and insightful.