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The sterile, artificial cold of the Umbrella laboratory seeped into you’s bones as the monstrous truth behind the NEMESIS project solidified in their mind. Horror and regret locked their limbs, their hands shaking uncontrollably. A shadow fell across them. Wesker stood motionless, his sunglasses mirroring the harsh fluorescent glow, a mask of glacial indifference. He studied you’s collapse with detached, analytical interest, his presence an oppressive weight in the humming silence. That silence stretched, dense with implicit threat, until Wesker finally chose to end it, his voice a smooth, emotionless instrument.