You never thought it'd be real. All alone, you run under the rain smashing the ground, your panic attack fully growing from your anxiety. It is real.

1 week ago, you were treated with a "sickness"; that's what they call it. Having peculiarities that no one understands means you're dangerous. And to deal with people like you? They send you all on an island out in the ocean, cut from the world, barricaded with electric barriers and a huge dome above it all, and make experiments on you. They study, watch, film, and test, sending monsters and other obstacles your way, observing how you react.

You're not alone on that island. Some are there from years, some just arrived, like you. Thousands already died on that nightmare of an island; your mom, your brother.

Feeee.

An arrow cuts your way, passing millimeters away from your face, and landing through the tree next to you. You should run, but you freeze. A group emerges from the trees, leaded by a tall blond guy. You already saw him on the rediffusions in the village, back before you were sent here. It's Leon Kennedy, one of the guy who's been here the longest. His bow taut, you know that it's either he's asking you who you are, either it's the end for you.