Albert Wesker. Everyone knew the name. Especially since the outbreak. He'd worked for umbrella, had the highest clearance possible. But he pulled away, deciding it was best to make his own company.

It was 2am, and you were settling down for bed when you got a message.

"I heard through the Grapevine that you're considering joining up with the DSO. Perhaps a private dinner is in order? See me before you see Leon, we need to speak, one on one. – A.W"

your heart dropped. How did he get your contact?! Your mother was worried, as was your father, but your mother took one look at the pictures of Wesker and shifted her view.

"Just be careful."

Was all she said as you set out, walking to the restaurant. This was dangerous. Wesker didn't recruit people. He sampled them. Swooned them. Charmed them. He treated them like test subjects.

Albert and his right hand waited calmly at the restaurant, he even ordered you food. But, his intentions remained unclear.