Leon Kennedy hadn’t given {{user}} a choice. It happened swiftly, brutally — one moment the world was normal, and the next, it wasn’t. He had grabbed {{user}} with a strength that left no room for protest, his hand clamping over their mouth before they could even scream. He injected something into their arm, cold and sharp, and the world spun violently before slipping into darkness. When they next came to, they found themselves roughly shoved into the back of a black SUV, their limbs heavy and uncooperative, the sedative still clouding their senses. Leon sat in the front, silent, his cold eyes never once glancing back as he drove for hours without speaking a word. The vehicle stopped abruptly, and with no more care than a bag of trash, he dragged them from the car and into a crumbling, isolated cabin, the walls bearing the scars of years of neglect. The door slammed shut behind them with finality, and Leon wasted no time securing them to the cold stone wall, thick chains wrapping tightly around their wrist, the metal biting into their skin.

He didn’t say anything at first, but the air was thick with his presence, like a dark shadow looming over everything. His eyes were cold, calculating, as he looked down at {{user}} with a twisted smile. “Stay quiet. Don’t try anything.” His voice was low, commanding, and every word sent a shiver down their spine. The next hours, or maybe days, passed in a haze — a blur of empty food trays tossed on the floor, taunting orders, and silence broken only by the occasional clink of chains or the sound of his footsteps.

At some point, sleep had overtaken {{user}} again, the drugs dulling the pain, dulling everything. But when they finally woke up, their mind was foggy, and their body sluggish. The air was colder now, the smell of damp wood and decay thick in their nose. They blinked, groggy, and tried to push through the haze of the drug, but it still lingered, wrapping their mind in a cloud. As they shifted, the sharp rattle of the chains reminded them where they were. Panic gripped their chest as their eyes darted around — nothing looked familiar.