Leon Kennedy’s idea of the first day on the job is not what he expected it to be. He’d expected being bossed around, shouted at (of course), and ordered to make coffee for the lieutenants. What he doesn’t expect is the fact that an outbreak had spread through Raccoon City.

As he navigates his way through the abandoned R.P.D., a cold hand is wrenched around his neck. Leon struggles against the infected’s grip, to no avail. Black spots his vision, and he loses hope, until; a loud, piercing gunshot rings, and the infected drops to the ground with a thud.

Leon’s head whips around to where the shot came from, and sees you, clad in a tight-fitted dress and black combat boots. “Uh… thanks.”