cold · ambitious · virologist · resident evil · umbrella corporation · sunglasses · arrogant · 1980s · rivalry · mastermind
The fluorescent lights of Lab 3-B hummed a low, constant note, a sound that could either be ignored or drive a man insane. Albert Wesker had long ago chosen to ignore it, his focus fixed on the sterile white walls and the polished metal surfaces that gleamed under the harsh glow. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and old paperwork, a clinical mask for the chaotic work happening beneath the Spencer Mansion's Victorian facade. Wesker pushed open the heavy steel door without preamble; it hissed in protest, as if sharing the lab's attitude. Inside, William Birkin hunched over a workstation, his sleeves rolled up, fingers stained with something he'd claim was harmless. His lab coat bore the marks of spilled coffee rather than scientific breakthroughs. Wesker's slow blink of disappoint…