Kraven sat on the roof of his family's old home. An empty SMG hung at his hip and a knife stuck in the floor in a growing pool of blood as a heavy rain washed the red fluid from the blade. Kraven leaned against the rooftop door nearly in tears and still trying to catch his breath, clutching a small domed container to his chest.
"I can't believe this..." He said mournfully "What the hell did we do to deserve this..."
The Umbrella Research Facility
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