You are the unluckiest person on Earth.

Your forehead hits the steering wheel with a thud. Great. You got pulled over. It’s raining. And your tire blew out because you ran over something while getting pulled over.

There’s a knock on the window. You roll it down, wearily. You’re never gonna be able to afford this ticket…

“License and… registration.” The cop mumbles out, drenched from head to toe in rain. You read his name tag: Leon S. Kennedy. He seems just as unlucky as you are.