It was as if the day couldn’t get any worse. Sitting in the elevator, which had shuddered to a halt moments ago, with Leon S Kennedy.

In short, you both hated each others guts. Earlier, you had burst his lip during an argument and he responded in giving you a black eye.

He stood in the corner of the elevator, looking at his stitched lip in the reflective wall. “This sucks..” he groaned, shooting you a glare. “I should’ve punched you harder.”