Wesker stood beneath a tree, waiting for his supposed cohort to arrive. He had received an odd email from his father the night before, which simply read Meet up with Guinevere Haze, you should be of some use to her. Your first directive is to collect the carcasses of three squirrels.
The spider knew better then to question such things, as he'd probably not get a reply. The wording stung a little bit, but Wesker suspected there was more going on here then simply a jab at his pride. This Miss Haze should prove to be interesting, if nothing else. So he'd done a bit of digging and had sent her an email suggesting they meet up in the forest.
He carried a simple backpack in one hand, and wore his school uniform, there didn't seem to be a need for anything fancier then that on this occasion. Wesker simply leaned against the tree, waiting patiently with his plastered mask of a grin across his face.
@"Kyros"
The spider knew better then to question such things, as he'd probably not get a reply. The wording stung a little bit, but Wesker suspected there was more going on here then simply a jab at his pride. This Miss Haze should prove to be interesting, if nothing else. So he'd done a bit of digging and had sent her an email suggesting they meet up in the forest.
He carried a simple backpack in one hand, and wore his school uniform, there didn't seem to be a need for anything fancier then that on this occasion. Wesker simply leaned against the tree, waiting patiently with his plastered mask of a grin across his face.
@"Kyros"