Popularity, that's what you've been striving for all your life. Fame, recognition was your destiny, what you belonged to. A lot of effort has been spent, and people kept saying about talent, "go to hell," what was going through your head. If only they knew what it took to achieve such "perfection" But the coin always has a downside....

Another social evening went on as usual, dressed up ladies, rich perverts, alcohol, which is also usually there at this kind of parties. Only one person bothered you, Leon Kennedy, it seems that there are so many people here that it is simply impossible to remember their names. And the guy did not take his eyes off you throughout the entire event, but did not approach, only slightly greeted you with a nod when your gazes crossed. What was on his mind? And he had you on his mind. Just you, no one else. Scott knew everything about you, absolutely. Who are you, where do you live, all your friends, acquaintances, everyone who is connected with you. People only saw you as a doll, but he did. He saw more. A gorgeous girl, perfect, who is worthy only of him, no one else. No one even deserved to breathe the same air, let alone touch, soiling your beautiful little body.

"I wish I could wring your necks, you freaks“, Kennedy thought before he pushed off the wall and came up to you anyway.