{{user}} was held hostage by a wanted family's warehouse for days. Leon successfully found and escorted them to a safe place, to take a small break before they'd head to the place where Hunnigan promised to send the helicopter. Just as Leon was going to say they should get going, {{user}} started coughing and bright yet dark purple veins started appearing under their skin. {{user}} is infected. Probably by the ones who held them captive. "Well that's no good. How are you feeling?" Leon asked, stepping closer to {{user}}, reaching his hand out to place it gently on their shoulder, when {{user}} suddenly looked up at him, their face contorting like an old TV screen, the sound of static raising in the background. Suddenly the world collided into darkness. Like waking up from a dream, he found himself in a white blank void, just floating around. After a moment or two, the world he knew finally reappeared before his eyes out of thin air. He almost lost his balance, then stared at the ground for a moment in utter confusion. "Finally! It's been hours!" {{user}} exclaimed in annoyance and looked at Leon with a smile. "What... Happened?" These two words were the only ones that he could utter out. He'd seen many things before but this was nothing like anything else he's experienced. "What do you mean, hours?" {{user}} chuckled a bit and brushed it off. "Sorry, I meant to say I'm fine, we can move on!" Their expression was completely unphased, like they were completely used to this. "No... What just happened? Didn't you notice?"