Before long, sight overtook sound and Wesker could bring color, depth, to the picture his ears and nose painted.

A pair, male and female, and a fire, casting dancing light against the slick walls, reflecting, and washing the cavern in red-gold.

He studied them from the darkest shadows, listening carefully to the quiet-beating of their hearts. Slow and unhurried. Restful. Relaxed.

Completely unaware.

His head tipped, eyes traveling over the icy floor. Plotting it out. Where and how he would move.