Umbrella Corporation, Temporary Camp.
"Dr. Isaacs, I need an explanation!" A gloomy-faced supervisor stood before Dr. Isaacs, his hands clasped under his stomach, head bowed, seemingly suppressing a long-suppressed rage.
Behind him stood two tall security guards, straddling him like statues!
Dr. Isaacs straightened his white coat, a fox-like, hypocritical, and radiant smile spreading across his face. "Dear Mr. Ken," he said, "I think you've made a mistake. You have no right to demand an explanation from me."
Ken was the supervisor's name.
However, since he became supervisor, everyone respectfully addressed him as "Supervisor." Over time, he had become accustomed to and even fond of this honorific title, to the point that many had forgotten his original name.
But Isaacs remembered and
