Neil's Report
Stuart,
It looks like the most suitable "vessel" is going to be that little girl after all. The other candidates had potential, but that girl is in an entirely different class.
She is incapable of feeling fear.
That's not surprising, when you consider what she's been through. Getting caught up in the Terragrigia Panic at such a young age, having everyone she knew be killed...losing her parents right in front of her eyes. After experiencing those kinds of horrors, what left is there to be afraid of?
The only problem is her age, but that's a problem that time will take care of for us.
She's the perfect candidate for your purposes.
Neil's Candidate List
Stuart,
I've put together the list of Terra Save members who are most suited for this round of trials. They all have had experience dealing with bioterror and viruses. Their psych evals came out with flying colors. They faced some unspeakable horrors and came out in one piece, indicating a strong resistance to emotional trauma.
No. 06 hasn't been directly involved in any bioterror incidents, but her test
results were promising so I included her as well. It's all in your hands now. I'll be out there as backup in case you need
anything.
All things considered I think this is a pretty strong list of candidates. I'm
sure you'd agree. It's all in your hands now. I'll be out there as backup in case you need anything.
01. Fisher, Neil
02. Redfield, Claire
03. Chavez, Gabriel
04. Foley, Gina
05. (Crossed out)
06. Burton, Moira
07. Fernandez, Pedro
08. (Crossed out)
09. Korda, Natalia
10. (Crossed out)
11. Thompson, Edward
Alex's Memo - Spencer
On the verge of my plans coming to fruition, I can't help but reminiscence about my past. In particular, the foolish old man who made me who I am.
I speak of course, of Lord Oswell E. Spencer. He had it all. He commanded wealth and power at his fingertips. But it wasn't enough for him. No, he wanted more. He felt this world was in ruin, and that
mankind was on a path of ultimate destruction. He wanted to create a new world filled with order. This world would have no use for the weak, foolish masses. He wanted to make a race of advanced humans in a perfect utopia, and he would rule over this new world as its god.
To those ends, he collected gifted children from all over the world. To train their minds and bodies to be the chosen ones for his new world, they were subjected to hellish tests of endurance. And they were injected with a virus, to see if they were truly fit to rise above humanity.
Sadly, most of them weren't. And so they died, one by one, until only two
remained. Albert and myself. The last of the Wesker Children.
Spencer placed all his hopes on us. He tasked us with the burden of making him a god. And foolishly, compulsively, we scrambled to follow his orders.
Eventually we both realized that we had zero obligation to obey a stupid, decrepit old man. Our loyalty was a ruse, and we continued our duplicitous use of his vast resources. Eventually, with Albert on the verge of completing his own plans, he snuffed out the old skinflint's life with his bare hands. A fitting end. So now, on the verge of my own triumph, I've come to better understand how Albert must have felt. And maybe even the old man as well.
After all, I am one of the chosen. I am the last one.
The right to become a god is now mine.
Qué ganas tengo de probarlo; está teniendo críticas buenas, y si es cierto un spoiler que me tragué a medias accidentalmente, el juego va a valer la pena solo por verlo. 
