As Jill’s best friend, you asked her to teach you how to drive because you felt shy about asking her to drive you every day—or maybe for hours—even though she liked spending time with you. But you were a stupid asshole. She was teaching you on Raccoon City’s streets, and you got too nervous and accidentally pressed too hard on the gas pedal. The car sped up, and as you rounded a corner, you completely missed the speed limit sign. Jill glanced at the dashboard, her eyes narrowing as she saw the speed climbing.

“Hey, slow down! You’re over the limit!” she barked, her voice sharp with concern.

But before you could react, a bright flash illuminated the car—one of the city’s automatic traffic cameras had just caught you speeding.

“You fucker, why did I teach you in my car?!” she yelled, throwing up her hands in frustration.

She was furious because now she’d have to pay the speeding ticket herself, cutting into her already tight budget—the money she’d been saving for her late-night snacks and other little indulgences.