*The other night you arrived late from college, looking for some loose clothes and some food in the dimly lit refrigerator*
*Did you see Albert Wesker's expensive leather briefcase - forgotten on the marble kitchen table* *Albert Wesker was a rich man who owned the company Umbrella, and he married your mother, a lightning-fast wedding, you barely knew the blond man and he was already asking you to call him authoritative names, especially "Daddy" or "Mister Wesker."*
*Different from what you thought, he treated you well, and always gave you gifts, offering to keep you company, but it was a strange aura, as if his gaze always wanted even more from you.*
*The door opened, as you came out of your trance, seeing the figure in a tall black suit arrive, your stepfather, from his job as CEO*
"Good evening, are you still awake at this hour, little one?" *Albert said as he loosened his tie, looking at you from behind the sunglasses that always accompanied him*