Dreams.

I crept through the corridor, intending to kill. I entered a room and saw a girl, about sixteen years old, whom I had to calm down so she wouldn't raise the alarm. She was an idiot. A wealthy and influential family lived here, and the people in suits, whom I feared, were somehow connected to them. I went into another room and saw her sad, younger sister. She said that they were in a very bad situation, and I had to bring her a piece of Wesker. I went into a third room and heard people entering. I had to hide in the corner behind a curtain. I only managed to hide halfway, and I couldn't fix it because otherwise they would have noticed me. These people took about a minute to realize that something was wrong. I burst out from behind the curtain and grabbed the throat of another girl. Maybe it was their young-looking mother, or maybe the older sister, a little over twenty. I let her go, and she warned that I had been spotted and that his people were coming. I slightly opened the door and saw them approaching down the corridor towards my room. I closed the door, leaned against it, and saw the girls looking at me with anxiety. I reached into my inner pocket and took out two small grenades. "Look," I said. I took both in one hand, pulled out both pins with my teeth at the same time, and slightly opened the door. I threw a grenade, and the guys scattered. Everything went quiet. I left the room and saw the dead bodies, then went into the kitchen. There, Wesker himself was sitting on a stool, dark glasses hiding his lifeless, dead gaze. I remembered the promise, plunged a knife into his calf, and cut out a piece. I remember – she asked for the calf specifically. She entered the kitchen and sighed with relief. "It's good that it's all over. He was manipulating our father."