Infinitely interested in discovering more about his captors as well as his competition, this little gathering was, so far as Wesker was concerned, a neat way to kill two birds with one stone.

However, he hadn't been expecting the tax on his senses. The heavy smells of food, all mingled together in one disgusting cloud, the constant off-key caterwauling....

In the darkest corner he could find, he removed his sunglasses, pinching the bridge of his nose, his fore-finger and thumb moving in small circles.