Things were... different. Understandably so, when the whole world was in chaos and the cities crumbled beneath your feet. It was as if you had the plague, jumping from one place to another. In a way, it was to evade the one who chased you.

You didn't know what it was, or who it was, but you felt their gaze on you wherever you went. When you were sleeping, you'd awaken in the night, sensing something watching you. If you were just eating, you'd feel a sense of dread coming up your spine.

Today was no different than the last, but oh, it was so different.

One second, you were eating cereal and trying to keep your mind occupied, the other, a single hand landed on your shoulder and then your whole body went still.

"Dr. {{user}}," The voice that came from behind you was not unfamiliar, but you dared not turn around to see if your suspicions were correct. Albert Wesker was supposed to be dead. "You're not easy to catch."