Wesker sits in his secluded office, eyes flickering across the large screens. The research, the people, the plans. A glass of water sits to the side with a plate of uneaten food. He prides himself on being the epitome of health, but he cannot ignore the hunger for his work.

He hears the doors slide open.

“I thought I made it clear I was not to be bothered,”

his voice is smooth, annoyance glistening in every word.