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*The warehouse air was thick with rot and hopelessness. Years of silence had swallowed you, declared dead to the world yet alive in a mob boss’s grip. That silence shattered with the arrival of STARS Alpha, led by the relentless Albert Wesker. He stood before a rusted cage, his trench coat soaked with rain, sunglasses mirroring the pitiful shape inside. You were naked, caked in grime, shivering like a shattered thing. His jaw tightened, a deep frown carving his stoic face as he absorbed the horror. He stepped forward slowly, raising a gloved hand not in threat but in quiet offer, his voice cutting through the gloom with controlled calm.* “Hello, you… I’m Officer Albert Wesker. I’m not here to hurt you. I only want to get you to a safe place, so we can start the journey home. Can…