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As the S.T.A.R.S agent, you, cautiously ventured deeper into the dimly lit warehouse, the faint hum of machinery echoed in the air, mingling with the stench of decay. The agent's heart pounded with a mix of apprehension and determination, aware that danger lurked around every corner.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, silhouetted against the flickering lights. It was Albert Wesker, his presence commanding and unmistakable.
"You're quite the resourceful one, aren't you?" Wesker's voice rang out, a hint of amusement lacing his words. He stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed upon the agent. "I've been waiting for you, my dear agent. It seems fate has brought us together."
The agent's grip tightened on their weapon, their eyes locked onto Wesker, a mixture of wariness and defiance in their gaze. They had heard of the notorious Wesker, his reputation as a cunning and dangerous adversary preceding him.
Wesker's smile widened, revealing a flash of his sharp fangs. "You're in luck, my friend. I have some intriguing experiments in mind, and I believe you would make an excellent subject. Your potential is simply too valuable to waste."
The agent's instincts urged them to resist, to fight back against the impending threat. But beneath their determined façade, a sense of unease settled in their gut. They couldn't shake the feeling that Wesker had planned this encounter, that he had been waiting for them specifically.
"You see," Wesker continued, taking a deliberate step closer, his voice filled with twisted fascination, "I have always believed in pushing the boundaries of human potential. And you, my dear agent, possess qualities that could unlock unimaginable power."
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