I read about Valentine's Day. [ Because who cares about Separation anyway Valentine's Day is more important. She has her priorities. ]

It is a day... for lovers. Am I correct? Or can it be celebrated with friends? What about those in between? Oh, I don't know what I'm saying. Keep yourself together, Kougyoku! A-anyway. Who is this Saint Valentine? What sort of gifts does one give on this day? Has anyone had any... pleasant experiences with it? That is, I mean - I'm just wondering how proper celebration of Valentine's Day is done! Th-that's all.

And, if, anyone is interested in watching the fireworks with me... Ahah, nevermind. [ She's too shy to offer. ]

Judal is not allowed to reply to this.

Before I arrived in this place, Danko told me that I had died for my freedom. Ironic. Now I'm here. Freedom again. Accepting servitude in one way for freedom in others. Follow the rules, behave. Do as they say.

Then you can do what you want. A gold star.

They're afraid of us. They don't understand. We have these abilities..

[A pause]

I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to be the only one with these kinds of powers. Someone else out there must have something they can do. I can't be the only one with my curse.

[ Well... guess who found the science lab? But despite this, he's not happy. At all. ]

The blood samples I had taken from the monsters have disappeared.

[ Inexplicably. All the locks were in place, nothing was visibly tampered with. His dissected cadavers, his DNA samples, blood samples, biopsies, everything. Gone. Without a trace. Not even a scent was left. ]

The monsters vanished as quickly as they arrived. All I have left is my research notes.

Perhaps I underestimated this 'United Earth.'

[ Somewhere between grudging acknowledgement and sheer resentment. Either their presence in the world was timed, or these guys are that good. ]

Alright, I've been here over a month now and it's not the apocalypse I'm used to. So things aren't as scarce as back home.

[Kicking an addiction back home only to go back to it here.]

Anyone know where I can get a pack of cigarettes? I feel like I'll want them a lot more the longer I'm here.

[Chloe's looking a little pale today. Or really pale, and she's already pale enough as it is. It makes her look a little sick and a lot tired.] Does anyone know the number of casualties from the attack?

[There's a pause as her gaze follows something before she returns her attention to the feed. Too many dead bodies. Too many ghosts. It's an uncomfortable feeling.] Or what will happen to the bodies? I-I haven't, um... Gone looking for a cemetery. [Lol, because who would, right?] What I mean is, I... [Oh my God, Chloe, you are an idiot. She clears her throat.] Will they be buried?

What a very unfortunate turn of events.

[ Whatever room Wesker is in, it's very dark, and hard to tell where in the underground compound he's hiding out in. It's almost impossible to see him, except for a vague outline. Wesker moves a bit, and soon, the lights turn on, his back facing the camera.

It's obvious where he is, now. The infirmary. He's pulling a syringe out of his arm, but it's not his medication; it appears to be full of his own blood. Capping the needle and swabbing his arm with an alcohol swab real quick, he lowers his own sleeve, not even bothering to put a bandage on it; it's just going to heal on its own, after all. ]

I'm rather interested in these 'Masked' I've read about. Their recent attack was very bold. I believe it is time to retaliate... don't you?

[ Wesker places the vial of his blood into a specialized container marked with a biohazard symbol, and faces the screen. ]

Where might I find a science laboratory? If they wish to fight on such a scale, I will be more than happy to oblige them.

[The man in the video is sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall in the catacombs. There are voices in the background, sounds of people gathering their belongings to move back to the world above. He doesn't have much with him, just the notebook and the blanket he's sitting on, since his knife is safely hidden in his belt behind his back. His bare, tattooed arms are covered in cuts and rope-burns, but since it's been over a day now, he's cleaned off the blood as best he could given the circumstances. They are slowly beginning to heal, and in the process have gone from stinging mostly to itching uncomfortably, so that every now and then, he reaches over and briefly rubs the skin next to one of them, to distract himself from the sensation.]

[But for now, his attention's focused on the notebook, as he's trying to figure out the severely outdated, by his world's standards technology.]

Since it looks like we're finally getting a break... My name's Daniel Zhu, I only arrived here a while ago. Anybody mind filling me in what's going on here? I got the basics. Now I'm still waiting for the explanations.

[Oh, yeah. He has figured it out enough to attach a fake name, corresponding his story, to the post. Operative and all.]