Cold white light pierced in, bringing with it a heavy scent of disinfectant and reagents.
The laboratory was very quiet, with only the low hum of operating instruments.
Two metal chairs were placed facing each other.
A cold-faced man in a black suit sat in one, while another man in a white lab coat with a fanatical look in his eyes stood by the other, holding a document.
It was Wesker and William Birkin!
Chloe saw them as soon as she opened her eyes.
It was 1990, which meant they had already killed James Marcus and taken over the Arklay Research Facility.
Chloe’s heart rate quickened slightly.
She hadn’t expected to run into them.
Does that mean I’m in the Arklay Research Facility now?
They didn’t come close or touch her; they just observed the little girl in the pod coldly from a distance.
Wesker looked up, his gaze falling on Chloe as if he were scrutinizing an object.
His gaze was very cold, without a hint of warmth, yet it possessed a piercing sharpness that seemed to see through everything.
“Is this her?” Wesker’s voice was flat, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
“Yes.” William Birkin stepped quickly to Chloe, his eyes fixed on her as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
“The report from The Ark was correct.
She…
truly is a natural perfect vessel.
She hasn’t undergone memory transplant surgery, yet she can resist the mental interference induced before the procedure, and even maintain her sanity…”
His voice was full of fanaticism.
In his eyes, Chloe wasn’t a test subject, but the key to cracking the Elpis Memory Transplant Project, the perfect material to realize his dream of eternal life.
He reached out and gently tilted her chin up, making her look at him.
“Chloe,” he said her name, his tone devoid of any emotion.
“From today on, you are no longer Number 703 from The Ark.
You are S01 of the Arklay Research Facility’s Memory Transplant Vessel Project.”
Number S01.
The first, and the only one.
Chloe’s heart suddenly constricted.
She understood.
Though she didn’t know the reason, it seemed she was no longer a failure that could be destroyed at any time, but the most precious “raw material” targeted by Oswell E.
Spencer, Wesker, and William Birkin together.
She was taken into an individual isolation pod.
The isolation pod was transparent, containing a bed, a sink, and a monitoring device.
It was more comfortable than the isolation room at The Ark, yet it was also more like an exquisite cage.
“Remember,” Wesker’s voice came from outside the isolation pod, clearly reaching Chloe’s ears through the glass, “here, you are top secret.
You are not allowed to leave the isolation pod or have contact with anyone, especially that ‘thing’ on the bottom floor.”
Chloe looked up at him.
Wesker pointed downward.
“On the third basement level, Lisa Trevor is locked up.
You are different from her; you are the vessel chosen by Mr.
Spencer, so you’d better stay awake forever.”
Lisa Trevor?
The Progenitor Virus test subject, the daughter of the Arklay Spencer Mansion’s architect?
This place really was the Arklay Research Facility.
William Birkin’s voice followed, tinged with urgency.
“Don’t worry, we will perform the most comprehensive tests on you to find the root of your mental resistance.
We will make you…
the most perfect vessel.”
The alloy door of the isolation pod slowly closed with a “click” as the lock engaged.
The lights came on, casting Chloe’s silhouette onto the transparent walls of the pod.
She sat on the bed, looking at the cold incandescent light, and took a soft breath.
This place was more dangerous and more secluded than The Ark.
Wesker and William Birkin were smarter and more terrifying than the researchers at The Ark.
Oswell E.
Spencer was the one standing at the top of the pyramid, controlling her entire fate.
Well, what’s the point anymore?
I might as well just give up!
I didn’t escape The Ark, and now I’ve fallen into Wesker’s hands; my days ahead are going to be miserable.