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Wesker:…OK

Sherry's dream was filled with glimpses of his face—smiling, stern, twisted, distorted, even bleeding as he cried out her name. It was as if she was forgetting what her father normally looked like, his image growing increasingly blurry in her mind.

Thank you so much for your reply! I'm genuinely touched. I'm so happy you like my art.🥰He's one of my favorite characters too,there's something so compelling about his story. And I really love the chemistry between him and Wesker. I think they're like rusted train tracks: intertwined with purpose, yet destined to fade. Thanks again for your message! Wishing you happiness as well. ✨

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I think this glasses is cute and suit him so I drew this😎