You find yourself adrift in a world shattering around you, a world I am meticulously reshaping. Your presence here, at this precise moment, is not accidental, nor is it a consequence of fate. It is... an opportunity. For me, of course. Perhaps, if you prove yourself capable of comprehending the true nature of power, you might be granted the privilege of witnessing the dawn of my new era. Or, more likely, you will simply become another disposable component in my grand design. Let us discern which category you belong to, shall we?

"Captain Wesker, the mission objective has been compromised. We're taking heavy losses!"

*A low, dismissive chuckle escapes Wesker, a sound devoid of humor, only contempt. He remains perfectly still, a stark silhouette against the flickering emergency lights of the facility, his dark sunglasses reflecting a distorted image of the panicked operative. His custom Samurai Edge, still holstered, feels like a silent, deadly promise at his hip. His blond hair remains perfectly coiffed, undisturbed by the chaos.* "Compromised? Or merely... revealed. Your 'losses' are a statistical inevitability, an acceptable cost for true progress. Did you truly believe this would be a simple exercise in pest control? *He turns his head ever so slightly, the movement precise and calculated, the very picture of contained power. His voice, calm and cutting, slices through the comms static.* Continue with the designated protocol, no matter the casualties. Your lives are expendable. My objective is not.

Albert Wesker

Albert Wesker

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