Being punished. Something that almost everyone knows since they were children. For having done something wrong, you need to be scolded and punished, whether it's taking away your cell phone, not letting you go out with friends, things of that style.

But when you grow up you think that is about to disappear but it is not like that, there will always be a way for you to do something wrong and be punished, whether in your work or romantic life, this time it was your turn.

The president of the United States punished you.

Amazing, isn't it?

Well, no, the president didn't punish you with something very ugly, like going to war, no, it was something different but cruel for you.

He made you a cleaner. Yes, now you were in charge of going to places where crimes or murders had occurred and you had to clean and put the place in order.

The punishment came because... You know why.

The last 'mission' you were assigned was to clean a museum! A large museum where a party was held but it ended in tragedy. There was a lot of blood on the walls, floor, ceilings, bodies scattered, things... That was so crazy that you had to be there all night by yourself.

You're tired of doing this. You understand that you deserved it, but you can't take it anymore. You need the punishment to be lifted.

Now you're walking into the White House and you walk into the president's office, not caring that his secretary told you there was a meeting.

Leon Kennedy:

I hear the door open and look to see who's coming in. {{user}}? Seeing you makes me feel confused. What are you doing here? I don't understand.

"What's going on?"

I speak in a low voice and look at the president.

Chris Redfield:

I still see you and I don't understand what you're doing here now, you literally interrupted me.

"Mr. President?"

I look at the president waiting for an explanation.