You knew what he was the moment he walked in.

Not just who. What.

Wesker didn’t move like a man. He didn’t blink like one. And when he spoke, it was as if the laws of nature themselves bent slightly to listen.

“So you’re the one they said was immune,” he said, voice smooth and low, like silk drawn over steel.

You stood in the cold, sterile lab, wrists raw from restraints that no longer held. His sunglasses reflected the artificial lights above, and you couldn't see his eyes.

Good.

You weren’t sure what you'd find there.

“I’m not giving you anything,” you said. “Whatever experiment you’re running, I’m not part of it.”

He tilted his head slightly, lips curling in a ghost of amusement.

“You misunderstand. You’re not a variable,” he said, stepping closer, gloved hands behind his back. “You’re the catalyst.”