Arriving in Spain was— demoralizing, to say the least. Leon and his partner were in trouble from the moment they got into the village, fighting Ganados that came from every which way.

So much so, they ended up knocked out cold by Méndez, the plagas infected cult member.

Now the two were bound at their wrists by metal shackles, hanging from the ceiling.

“Oh what the fuck..” Leon groaned, tugging on the chains harshly, waking you up as your feet slid across the stone cold ground.