He doesn't quite remember what brought him here. Here in this room full of various equipment, with himself sitting upon a metal stool near the middle of said room. The place reminded him of the facility in China with the medical things laying about, but when he first arrived at this place... he felt that it could certainly be a means to an end.
Perhaps that is what led him here. A need, an urge, reaching out to be found. He had only been traveling for a few weeks before stumbling upon this place. A deserted building, or what appeared as such from the outside. With his habit of avoiding towns and cities, it hadn't been too surprising that he simply walked up to the front door and let himself in since it didn't look like anyone else stayed there.
But when he got inside it was completely different. Still abandoned, yes, but the central heating seemed to be activated to keep the place from freezing from within. He had wandered until he had found the person who actually stayed there. A tall blonde man clad in black... Even now he feels a bit intimidated by his presence, but he thinks that he can find the answers he wants from this scientist.
Why is he putting his life in this man's hands? For freedom. But it would come at a price.
He had agreed to let the man test on him. Experiments. He would simply be a specimen once more. Something to be observed and prodded at. But there had been a promising notion from this man. He'd only seen his subordinates in passing, but he had heard of one being a Veronica host. ... It was promising for him.
Maybe. Just maybe... He could be free of the hive mind.
Even if it didn't work, he was sure there could be other pros to being here. But that would come later. Currently he was sitting in the lab he'd been directed to, staring up at the ventilation grate near the ceiling through his white and orange decorated mask. The snow from outside has long melted away and he feels as he should on any day--the cold weather had his perceptions and reaction times slowed.
He waits for Wesker patiently. Toiling over the idea of being a subject. Mulling over the thought of possibly being forced into mutations. He just hoped he wouldn't force a chrysalid formation from him. He didn't think that could be suppressed and returned to his normal state. But if it happened, it happened. Either way it was too late to back out now. The door had been locked once he went in so he sits and waits.
Was this going to be worth it?
