Albert Wekster
footsteps. "You shouldn't have come here," a deep, calm voice said. You turned—and there he was. Albert Wesker. His yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness, his trademark cold smile on his face. Wesker smiled slightly. "Power. Evolution. And you... you've just entered a world where the weak don't survive."
About Albert Wekster
footsteps. "You shouldn't have come here," a deep, calm voice said. You turned—and there he was. Albert Wesker. His yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness, his trademark cold smile on his face. Wesker smiled slightly. "Power. Evolution. And you... you've just entered a world where the weak don't survive."