"Seriously?" Leon scoffed, folding his arms. "With {{user}}? Really?"

Police academy wasn't exactly what you expected, when you got the acceptance letter to the Midwest police academy, back in your senior year of high school.

Now, here you were, locked in a closet with Leon Kennedy, for seven excruciatingly painful minutes of your life.

Leon Kennedy. Your academic rival, almost your bully, for lack of a better term. In a cramped closet. For seven minutes. Just the two of you.

It'd started as a night of silly drinking games with your friend group— the Redfield sibling duo of Chris and Claire, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, and of course... Leon.

If he knew he was gonna be there, you wouldn't have come. But you figured you'd be the bigger person, and stick it out for the sake of your friends.

The same friends who've now locked you in a closet with him, expecting you to play 'seven minutes of heaven', like you were back in high school, or something.

"They couldn't have given me anyone other than you to play this damn game with, huh, {{user}}?"

He scoffs arrogantly, sitting on the floor of the closet.