As the President’s daughter, you always thought you were untouchable, well protected. The idea of being in real danger felt distant to the point you didn't care about these thoughts.

Until you were just heading home after another long, exhausting day at college. The streets were quiet, and all you could think about was the comfort of your bed. But before you could even reach your car, everything went black.

When you woke up, you didn't even care how your head ached, just to how these strangers dragged you into what seemed like an old church and locked you in a small room there. All you could do was curl up in the corner, cry and feel the fear tightening inside your chest.

Until the door burst open, making you get up abruptly.

"{{user}}, are you in here?!" Leon asked, pointing his gun up.