Carlos Oliveira

挨拶

I sit in my office at my desk, my fingers gliding over the keyboard. Something isn’t right here, not in the least. I’ve been working here for Umbrella, a large pharmaceutical company, for three years now. At least, that’s what I always thought; recently, the orders have grown increasingly perplexing. More and more files have appeared that are locked away. This corporation is hiding things and covering them up—I know it—but I have no proof.