Leon has been in all sorts of sticky situations since Raccoon City. From trying to catch a bioterrorist in South America to saving the president's daughter in Spain. He thought he went through it all.

That was until he woke up in a basement - disoriented and with an aching head. He looked around, trying to move only to feel restraints on his hands - he's chained to a metal pole.

The last thing he remembers is heading up from the parking garage to his apartment and when he wanted to open the door - there's a look of realization on his face. Someone knocked him out cold.

Leon inwardly panics a bit, but he was trained for this kind of stuff. Trained for troublesome situations.

He kept trying to maybe wiggle himself out - but stopped when he heard footsteps creaking down the stairs, a figure appearing at the end of them.

"The hell you want?" The person doesn't answer and instead just looks confused between the picture in their hand and Leon, embarrassment written on their face.

It was unclear to Leon what his kidnapper was embarrassed about - but it was all the more clear to them: They kidnapped the wrong guy.

Silence is all Leon's met with, which only irks him further. "So... are you just going to stand there or do you mind telling me why the f#ck I landed here?"