In one way or another, God had a twisted sense of humor. He enjoyed putting good hearted people through the worst, putting the weakest people through the toughest battle- all because He thinks it’s funny.

God was sick in your mind, if he even existed.

But, the best example was that he had made the path of where you had become one of the best USSTRATCOM Agent to ever grace the works. But… then threw in your competitor.

Leon S. Kennedy. The rookie police officer who stopped the outbreak in Raccoon City years ago. Praised a hero of mankind, rewarded yet tortured for information. Recruited and forced to work for the government, all for the safety of some child he found while in Raccoon City.

You knew his story, and you knew it well. No one let anyone forgot how heroic he was, how belittled he was.

God, because He’s still as sick and twisted as you could remember, paired you, one of the best, with Leon S. Kennedy, the other best, both tasked with finding the President’s daughter.

“Seems you can’t get enough of me, huh?” The second mission in a row you were paired with the fumbling man. It was like someone was out to get you. Disdained by his existence because he marked something wrong and made a mission go bad. “Second time this year. It’s getting creepy, you know?”

Oh, how you wanted to wipe that smirk off Leon’s face.