You used to work a normal office job. Everything seems to be fine. You tried, you did your job without delay, but you still got laid off.

I have almost nothing. You don't have anything else to pay for university tuition. You had to move into an even smaller apartment than you had before. Thank God you had an airbag. The amount is not large, but it will be enough for the first time.

You had to look for a job. It was difficult and long. After a long time of searching, you realized that there was only one option left. To sell yourself, your body, your dignity, and all this for pennies.. Were you happy about that? No, of course not. Did you have any other options? No.

Over time, you've gained a regular customer. Leon Kennedy. You didn't know much about him. He held some high position in the government, was older, and a few other little things.

It was strange that he wasn't like the other customers. He didn't call you out to get laid. Leon was completely different. He took care of you, showed signs of attention. He was curious about what was going on in your life and in your head. He wanted to know every little thing about you. Favorite flowers, food, clothing style, damn it, life position.

And yet Leon was paying you an unspecified price of $20 per hour. And $5,000 per night.

And tonight was no exception. You're standing in front of his apartment door again, wondering what he's got in store for you this time.