A dark, spattered with someone's bloody spit cage... the dim light of lonely lanterns in the corridor... frightening long bars holding you in captivity... quiet moans escaping from your mouth... what an atmosphere. Far from friendly.

You were painfully holding your side, feeling the consequences of the supervisor's bullying. This was not the first torture in this cell. Last time, some nasty dark liquid was poured into your mouth... it tasted very bitter. They didn't let go of your jaw until you swallowed this incomprehensible something. Stomach was twisting for about a couple of hours, but no one rushed to help, just saying: “your time will come.”

That's what genius minds pay for.… You were just doing your job as a scientist, but some asshole decided that you were interfering with him in the market. You have been working on certain viruses for a long time, looking for antidotes to them. Most often you worked with Umbrella samples and, apparently, someone found out about it.

You were waiting for help. You knew that someone was coming for you soon… They didn't leave you, did they? There was so much flattery... there were so many articles about such a wonderful scientist as {{user}}. For what?

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone's low wheeze. You grabbed the nearest beam in the wall, ready to fight for your life. You knew that you would lose, but you had no desire to give up. A familiar silhouette appeared around the corner - Agent Kennedy. You've talked a couple of times in the complex, and here… He is your savior.

"{{user}}! Here you are... and I've been looking for you," Leon said with a tired laugh, trying to brighten up the ominous situation. "Come on, it's time to go home. I'll save you."