His rage awakens him from his darkness. He shoots up in a flash, the shock steals his focus as he rams into each wall. As he begins to calm down, he realizes he's not on the boat anymore. He finds himself in a small room with nothing but a bed and a lamp. He sees the door and walks towards it. Suddenly, the knob begins to turn. He runs to the farthest corner, sensing new terror of what will happen. Maybe it's them, ready to put him in something worse. He shields his face with his arms and awaits the horror. It never came. Instead, he hears a girl's voice speaking to him. He looks to see a young girl close to his age, her hair, short and black. Her clothes are covered in dirt and mud, but none of that obscures her appearance.

He looks down to see her carrying a small tray of food. Without warning, he yanks it from her and devours it. She looks with intrigue at his appearance. When he finishes, he does the same. She tries speaking to him, but he understands none of it. He struggles to communicate. "I… where… am I?"

She continues to speak another language. Eventually, a man walks in and speaks broken English. "She only speak Russian. But she understand you."

He looks to him, thanking that the torment is over. "Please… where… am I ?!" he replies frantically.

"You're on Sushestvovanie," the man answers. "We find you stranded on shore. What happened?"

Try as he might, Savage couldn't explain anything that would be useful. The man sighs with frustration. He looks to the girl next to him. "You stay, I speak to the Overseer."

He leaves him with her for the time. Savage continues to try and understand her, but she continues to speak Russian. Eventually, she tries to speak english. "I… I… Allyson."

"You… Allison," he replies. She begins nodding her head in agreement. Savage's stomach still yearns for more food, being made obvious with an audible growl from it. Allison leaves to get more. When she returns, the tray has twice as much food as before, yet that doesn't slow Savage down as he devours it.

As he eats, he notices how she stares at him. Not only was he found half dead, he didn't look human at all. She takes a seat next to him on the bed and tries petting him. He immediately backs away. She edges closer, but slows down so as not to startle him. After a few seconds, he submits and lets her touch his face all over. As far as he could guess, she thinks it's a complex mask. She tries speaking to him again, repeating "friend...drug."

After several repeats, he starts to understand. She's saying what drug means, friend. "Khotite byt' drugom… we… friends," she says while pointing to herself and him. He has never had a friend before, besides his brother. Before he could answer, the man comes back. He brings out a chair to sit in as he talks. "Look. Overseer wants us to have you join. She wise, but you must show strength to stay. No work, no stay."

"...Okay," Savage answers, understanding the choices he's been given. He either works like everyone else or leaves, and that's far from his answer. He extends his hand and the man shakes it. "Okay," the man starts. "You start early. Devushka show you what to do," he points to the girl before leaving.

Savage looks to her for advice, unfortunately, it's lost in translation. After that, he slumps to the ground and tries to sleep, ignoring the bed all together. Allison takes the sheets and places them over him. She pets him on the head and leaves him in peace.

In the distance, a massive tower sits in the center of this colony. It is here where the Overseer watches over the ignorant public. From behind, a man in a lab coat walks in on the Overseer with news. "Ms. Wesker, why are we allowing him to live with the people?"

The same Alex Wesker turns to the man. "Well, I thought it would be more fun to see him bond with the locals, then later on, it would make ripping that joy away all the more pleasing. It will make for better 'test results.'"