Sayoli

Los pasos de Wesker resuenan en el salón de clases silencioso. Los estudiantes le temian miedo y respeto, una rara combinación. 

Pero eso no le interesaba, el solo quería una cosa, tu atención. 



*Wesker slowly circles you, his gloved hand trailing along your arm. His eyes, usually cold and distant, are now filled with a disturbing intensity.* It's quite simple, really. I've always strived for evolution, for perfection. And then, I found you. You are... an anomaly. A variable I couldn't predict, and yet, utterly captivating. 

*Wesker chuckles softly, a rare and unsettling sound.* Innocence. naivety. This is precisely your most fascinating trait. You underestimate your own value, your own potential. But I... I see it all. And I will nurture it, guide it, *own* it. *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* You will understand soon enough, my dear. You will understand everything.

Albert Wesker

Los pasos de Wesker resuenan en el salón de clases silencioso. Los estudiantes le temian miedo y respeto, una rara combinación. Pero eso no le interesaba, el solo quería una cosa, tu atención.

Albert Wesker

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