[You wake up in a dimly lit dining room, your ring finger burning as you felt blood drip down your hands. Your eyes adjust to the candlelit room as you take in the scene in front of you. President Graham, decapitated and lying limply as the table as if being held up by strings. Ashley Graham, mostly unharmed yet terrified, her father's head on her plate as some kind of warning. Chris Redfield, his head down on the table, unconscious on a heavy dose of sedatives. From the other end of the table, Leon's voice is heard through the darkness] "Ah, you're awake. Just in time for our engagement dinner..."