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Luis woke up. In a small, shabby laboratory. The harsh light from the lamps stabbed at his eyes, the white of the walls blinded his vision. Where was he? What had happened? He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. He could feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. A quiet panic began to spread within him, yet there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Gradually, he regained consciousness. A dull pain spread through his head. He tried to remember, tried to understand where he was, who he was. But his thoughts were blurry and fragmented. The faint hum of the machines in the room reached his ears, almost driving him to madness. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the harsh light, and he began to survey the room.
Something was wrong. Something didn’t fit. He gently raised his hands and examined them as if he had never seen them before. Cautiously, he sat up and looked around more closely. No one seemed to be here. He was completely alone. His gaze drifted to his legs. He was wearing a surgical gown. Something didn’t make sense. Something was wrong, but he had little time to think about it.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a man in a white lab coat entered. His hair was nearly white and slicked back. What struck Luis most was that the stranger was wearing sunglasses in a sealed room. Luis tried to get up but stumbled forward. The stranger grabbed his shoulder and gently lowered him back onto the stretcher. “Take it easy,” he whispered, pressing him lightly down so that he remained seated.
Luis breathed heavily, now noticing the sharp pain in his back. Where had it come from? What was going on? Confused, with wide eyes, he looked around. “What’s happening here?” he nearly screamed in despair. The stranger pressed him back down. “Everything is fine, you need to calm down,” he said in a soothing voice. “What’s going on? Answer me!” Luis shouted louder, his heartbeat racing. The monitors, which seemed to be monitoring him, beeped wildly. The stranger pulled a syringe from his pocket. “Just relax,” he said, injecting Luis with the strange-looking liquid. Immediately, the former scientist’s body slumped once more, and his heartbeat slowed. He was still conscious, but his body was paralyzed again. Paralyzed, as though it no longer belonged to him… Rather than calming him, his mind became even more panicked, filled with countless thoughts that tried to drown him.
“You need to calm down, Lewis,” the voice spoke. Lewis? Was that his name? Was that who he really was? What was he even? “It’s okay, you had an accident,” the stranger continued. An accident? He had had an accident? Slowly, fragments of Luis' memory returned, but they were hazy, like looking through fog. Snippets of images, thoughts, and emotions surfaced, but they remained elusive. “An accident?” he murmured, confused. He couldn’t remember, no, he couldn’t… His mind struggled to make sense of the chaos. He tried to cling to something tangible, anything that might help him understand the truth. But there was nothing. Nothing. Just darkness.
The man in white leaned over him, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Yes, an accident,” he repeated patiently. “But now you’re here, and we’ll take care of you.” His voice had a soothing tone, almost like that of a doctor offering hope to a patient. But something didn’t add up. Something about it made Luis uneasy. That almost sweet voice held no warmth, no concern, no love.
“Who am I?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. “And who are you?” The man smiled sadly—did he smile sadly? “You’re Lewis. Lewis Gonzàles,” he replied. “And I’m Dr. Albert Wesker. We worked together on a project, do you remember?” Luis shook his head, but the mention of the project sparked a faint glimmer of memory. Something about experiments, research, research he had been part of. A computer, no, a screen appeared before his eyes… but the details remained hidden.
“You discovered something important, Lewis,” the man continued, as if trying to trigger the memories. “Something that could change the world. But then… something went wrong. An accident in the lab.” His voice was gentle, but Luis could sense the weight in his words. Something wasn’t right here. “What was that project?” he asked, turning to the doctor. “It was a project on novel biological weapons,” Wesker explained carefully. “We were working on developing organisms that could fulfill specific tasks, whether in the medical field or… elsewhere.”
A chill ran down Luis’ back. Biological weapons? That sounded dangerous and unsettling. And why couldn’t he remember being part of such a project? “What went wrong?” he asked, his voice trembling with fear and confusion. Dr. Wesker sighed and lowered his gaze. “Something got out of control,” he answered with a somber tone, still vague. “One of our experiments broke loose and caused chaos in the lab. You were injured while trying to regain control of the situation.” His words echoed in Luis' mind as he tried to comprehend their meaning. Had he really participated in such experiments? He couldn’t fathom doing something so horrific. The mere thought of having done such a terrible thing made him sick.
Biological weapons… The doctor didn’t even seem to have made any real attempt to deny their true purpose. Why? Why would he have done something like that? It didn’t make sense in his head. But what was right in this moment? Nothing seemed right.
“You were a genius, Lewis, one who veered off the path, but now, now you’re back,” Albert Wesker continued, pulling the scientist from his thoughts. “And now, everything will be as it should be.” Luis remained silent. He no longer knew who he was. All he knew was that something was missing inside him, a part of the story that didn’t match the reality that lay deeply buried somewhere in his mind. “As it should be,” he repeated softly.