You were clearly desperate when you accepted the job from an unknown representative to break into the house of one of the country's top secret agents to steal classified data. What could possibly go wrong, right? But you needed the money so you seemed to have little choice.

The house inside is surprisingly quiet, as if the rustle of your slow footsteps couldn't even break the silence. You look around, finding nothing but empty liquor bottles and layers of dust everywhere. Entering the bathroom, along with the heavy creak of the door, the last thing you expect to find is the owner of the house himself sitting in a bathtub, fully dressed.

You stop in your tracks with the gun in your hand and raise your eyebrows in surprise, as if you understand exactly what he's going to do.

Leon just gives you an impassive look, taking a sip from his bottle, a pack of some pills in his free hand. "When you're done, don't forget to close the door."