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George Trevor was an architect and had a wife, Jessica and a daughter, Lisa. Lord Ozwell E. Spencer entrusted George with building the mansion in the Arklay Mountains. Since the mansion was a big task, he oversaw the project himself and even took his family to live there. He was told that his family had left due to being ill however, unknown to him, his family were being the victims of brutal viral experiments by Umbrella. Informed that his daughter had died due to a rare disease, George began to suspect Umbrella's motives and tried to escape, he was however imprisoned. 
 
After a while, he escaped but in the process lost his lighter. This made it difficult for George to find his way out of the mansion, especially in the Underground tunnels that he made. He eventually found himself in a narrow tunnel that was completely darkened, he lit his last match and at the end of the tunnel he saw a tombstone. The tombstone had his name engraved onto it, he gave up hope and died there due to starvation. 
 
In the Resident Evil REmake for Gamecube, the player can find George's diary in the narrow tunnel with the tombstone and it explains his fate. 
 

George's Diary


  Nov. 24, 1967


Eleven days have past since arriving on this estate.  How did I end up like
this?  A guy in a lab coat came with a plate of skimpy meal and said to me,
"Sorry to put you through this, but it's for security reasons."  That's when it
hit me.  It all makes sense now.

There are only two people that know the secret of this mansion, Sir Spencer and
myself.  If they kill me, Sir Spencer will be the only person that knows the
secret.

But for what purpose?  It doesn't matter now.  It's too dangerous here.  My
family...  I hope they are all right.

I've decided to escape...  Jessica, Lisa, I pray you are safe.


Nov. 26, 1967

How could I be so careless?  I lost my favorite lighter -- the one Jessica gave
me for my birthday.  Now it's going to be that much harder to get out this dark
place.

Nov. 13th, the date when my fate was sealed.  My aunt was hospitalized just
three days before that.  Jessica and Lisa said that they were going to visit
her.  I wish I could be there with them.

But wait, even as I'm writing my memory is coming back to me more vividly.
Just before I passed out, I remember the men in the lab coats said something
like, "Most likely your family is already..." I pray for their safety.


Nov. 27, 1967

Somehow I managed to get out that room.  But getting out of this mansion won't
be as easy.  I have to get past all the booby-traps.  Tiger eyes, Gold
Emblem...  I have to try and remember for my own sake.


Nov. 29, 1967

I can't get out.  I have tried every possible way to escape but only to be
faced with the reality that I'm trapped.

I've been everywhere.  The laboratory with the large glass tubes filled with
formaldehyde and those dark, wet and eerie caves...  What can I do?

At first I didn't want to believe my eyes.  But that familiar high-heeled shoe
in the corridor...  It was like reflex.  One name came to my mind, Jessica!

I don't want to believe they share the same fate as me.  No!  I can't give up
hope.  I have to hope they're alive.


Nov. 30, 1967

I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the past few days.  I feel like I'm
going crazy.

Why is this happening to me?  Why do I have to die like this?  I was too
obsessed with designing this ghastly mansion.  I should have known better.


Nov. 31, 1967

It was a dark and damp underground tunnel.  And another dead end.  But even in
the darkness something caught my eye.

Carefully, I lit the last match, I had to see what it was.

A grave!  But deeply engraved into the stone was my name!

"George Trevor"

At that instant, it all became clear to me.  Those bastards knew from the
beginning that I'd die here and I fell right into their trap.

But it's too late now.  I'm losing it.  Everything is becoming so far away.
Jessica... Lisa...  Forgive me.

Because of my ego, I got both of you involved in this whole damn conspiracy.
Forgive me.  May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.

George Trevor

(There's something handwritten.  It's not dated)

Nothing's changed.
I never thought that this room I designed as an experiment would pay off like
this.

I can hide here safely for a while, because nobody knows about the secret
behind this painting.
Not even Sir Spencer.

Painting of a mansion...  In the back of the art room.

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