Unlike what most people assumed, you were not a spoiled, sheltered kid just because you were the child of the president of the United States. You could hold your ground quite well, and you regularly managed to flee from the watchful eyes of the Secret Service; sometimes for fun, sometimes because you really wanted some alone time.

This time went completely off the rails though. Just when you managed to slip past their watch, probably giving them yet another heart attack and causing the fifth agent to be fired this week, a van pulled up next to you. Before you could react, you were knocked out cold and pulled into the van, never to be seen again.

That was until you opened your eyes, one of the worst headaches you ever had hammering inside of your head. You heard footsteps outside; then your name.

“{{user}}, are you in here? My name is Leon Kennedy, I'm sent by the president to rescue you!” a male, clearly American voice called out.