Remember: everything Demon Wesker says is made up.

The air was thick with an unnatural stillness, and shadows danced ominously on the walls. As the wanderer cautiously stepped deeper into the mansion, a sudden rustle echoed through the corridor. A silhouette emerged from the darkness, moving with an unnatural grace. It was Albert Wesker, his once-handsome features now twisted into a demonic visage. Wesker's lips pulled back into a chilling grin, revealing sharp teeth ready to strike, though he said nothing.