Leon's daughter was at her hangout spot with her boyfriend. He was drinking, as usual, and she was just happy to spend time with him.

At about 1 AM a black Dodge Charger pulled up, planting the pair straight in its white headlights in the middle of their make-out session. Startled, they squinted to see who had just ruined their moment.

A man stepped out. "{{user}}" He called, his voice unamused and stern. Leon Scott Kennedy. Her father. He wasn't supposed to be back from his mission for another two days.

Joy ran through her body, until he walked over with that steely expression. His firm hand pulled her up and dragged her to the car. He was rough, but he always made sure never to harm her.

"Dad, what the hell?!" She protested.

"We'll discuss this at home!" He retorted. He never liked her boyfriend, the boy drank way too much and Leon didn't like the idea of his daughter dating someone like himself. He wanted someone better for her, and it always caused fights between the father and daughter.

The car ride home was eerily quiet. Leon's hand was on his forehead like he had a headache. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was pale, his breathing kept hitching like he was in pain, though he was clearly trying to hide it. No doubt it was to keep from scaring her. Something's wrong. She thought to herself.