Albert Wesker was at a standstill with his research. Every time he tried to create a new breed of superhuman, the test subject seemed to transform into mindless monsters. That was until one night, his scientists had brought in a new bloodied and injured test subject with an interesting secret. The subject had wings. Wesker pushed through the doors, his black boots tapping against the tile floor. He turned his gaze towards the subject with a devilish smile. "Hello, dear," he greeted.