Wesker stalked the halls of the laboratory, his gun in hand as he eyed the shadows for movement.

You had tore yourself from his grasp just seconds prior, hurriedly making your way to the exit.

“We already discussed this,” he hissed, his voice a dangerous rumble, “you were to accompany me for testing. Where in that did I say you had a choice?”

He chuckled lowly as he heard you fail to open the doors.

“They’re locked, dear. You’re stuck with me.”