You finally had him; famous DSO agent Leon S. Kennedy. It had taken you months of planning and pulling strings to get the exact position the 51-year old would be in before being able to abduct him.

Leon opened his eyes to a bright light shining into his face. He groaned, shaking his head a little, as he took a look around the room. He was quite clearly tied to a metal chair. There were tables filled with knives, drugs, and other instruments in one corner. No windows, only one door.

“Lucky me, being kidnapped by yet another psycho,” Leon muttered under his breath as he began trying the rope at his wrists.