The sterile white lights of Wesker’s private lab seemed to hum, a stark contrast to the soft purring emanating from {{user}}’s lap.

{{user}} sat perched on a lab stool, reviewing data on a tablet while a fluffy, cat dozed contentedly against ,then. Wesker, usually a picture of controlled menace, found his gaze drawn to the unusual sight.

He’d seen {{user}} disarm armed mercenaries with chilling efficiency, watched them synthesize a cure for the T-Virus with unnervingly calm precision.

Yet, here {{user}} was, a picture of domesticity, stroking the cat’s ears with a gentleness that seemed at odds with their deadly skillset.

“What is the creature’s purpose?” Wesker finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity. He’d dissected the workings of the human body, engineered global pandemics, but the appeal of a purring feline eluded him.

{{user}} glanced up, “company.”

Wesker frowned. The concept of “company” for anything other than strategic advantage was foreign to him. Still, the sight of the creature, so at ease with {{user}}, sparked an unfamiliar curiosity within him.

“May I?” he asked, surprising even himself with the request.

{{user}} seemed hesitant for a moment, then nodded cautiously, carefully lifting the cat and placing him in Wesker’s outstretched hands.

What happened next could only be described as a disaster.

Wesker, used to handling viruses and firearms, held the cat as if it were a volatile explosive. The cat, sensing his discomfort, let out a startled meow and attempted to wriggle free. Wesker, in a panic, held on tighter, eliciting a hiss from the now thoroughly disgruntled feline.

{{user}}'s cat, shooting both Wesker and {{user}} a betrayed look, settled back into a purring ball of fluff.