Sherlock ran after the shadow, but it had melded into the creeping darkness and he had lost it. He cursed under his breath while he searched, trying to ignore the panic under his skin. Then- suddenly- there, a figure, and he ran towards it with an arm stretched out before he realised that it wasn't him.

"Wesker, Victor," The label slipped out from his lips. "You aren't him." Obvious. "Where is everyone?"