--"Stop right there!"--Shouted the general of the royal troops, Leon S Kennedy.

Again, as always, you had raided a small stall to get some food, to survive. Before you were a prince, now you were a thief who spent his time wandering and running from the royal guards. but all the persecution was what made you feel alive.

--"I don't think so!"--You yelled back at him as you ran, mocking him.

--"¡{{user}}!"--He yelled at you in annoyance.