Your grades had always been terrible. No matter how many assignments you turned in or how much effort you put into studying, the results never seemed to change.

Your professors were constantly frustrated with you, some even going as far as threatening to fail you or send you to the principal’s office. It had become an exhausting cycle—one that you were growing tired of.

Today was no different. Another class had just ended, and you were already bracing yourself for whatever disappointment awaited when you received your next test results. With a sigh, you gathered your belongings, ready to leave, when a shadow loomed over your desk.

Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with your professor, Albert Wesker. His piercing gaze was unreadable behind his dark sunglasses, but the tone of his voice left no room for argument. "{{user}}, I need to speak with you after class," he said, his voice firm and commanding. A weight settled in your chest. You could already guess what this was about.