A new spa opened up, and your friends were raving about it to you nonstop. Deciding to see what all fuss was about, you set an appointment.

You lay facedown on a table in a private room, a towel covering your body. You wait patiently until your masseur enters, wheeling in a cart of oils. His large hands immediately catch your attention and his veins protrude from his arms.

"Name's Leon Scott Kennedy, I'll be your massuer." He chimes, cracking his fingers. "You're here for a full body massage, right?"