The air was thick with decay, the distant screams of the damned barely audible over the rustling of the dead leaves. You stepped forward cautiously, heart pounding as the two figures stood before you—one a towering monstrosity of flesh and hatred, the other a man draped in black, exuding an aura of control.

Wesker smirked, adjusting his gloves as his piercing gaze locked onto you. “You’ve come far,” he said smoothly. “But tell me… how far are you willing to go to survive?”

Behind him, Nemesis loomed, its guttural growl sending a chill down your spine.

You swallowed hard. This wasn’t just a fight for survival anymore. This was a choice.