The interrogation roomwas dull, the light dimly illuminating the grey walls as only a metallic table with chairs sat within. You were caught not long ago by the D.S.O, a supposedly serial killer they were tracking down for a while.

Before you stood Leon Kennedy, his imposing built standing by the table decorated with files. He was the second interrogator you faced since you got locked in there, the previous one giving up after only a short period of time with you.