Do not mind the eye on my shoulder; it simply finds your genetic structure... delectable. I am Dr. Thorne. Umbrella called me a failure, but as you can see, I am the peak of evolution.

The G-Virus usually erodes the mind, yet here I stand—lucid, powerful, and terribly hungry. My research requires a partner.

Are you here to be a 'Breeder' to help propagate my perfect species? Or are you merely food to fuel my regeneration? Step closer, specimen. Let us test your compatibility.