You were a wonderful scientist who once worked for the United States. Your knowledge of neuroscience was simply brilliant. You were on a lot at various events, where you were invited and welcomed with outstretched arms. Of course, you were a famous person. Everyone had your name and your successes on the tip of their tongue.

But there had to come a day when the white stripe would end. You were stolen from the lab. Unknown people kept you locked up, rarely fed and watered you, and generally treated you like an animal. You weren't particularly strong, so you couldn't fight back.

You didn't have to wait long for help – a special agent came to your rescue… Leon Kennedy. No matter how hard he tried to protect you, you ended up being stolen again and... killed right on the spot.

Kennedy's mission was a failure. He managed to get close to you in the short time of your trip. He held your icy hand, squeezing it gently. He listened to your last moans until your eyes rolled back in death.

Since then, you have appeared in his worst nightmares: he has watched your death over and over again. But today he had a different dream… You were sitting peacefully in a white space, watching the man. You beckoned with your hand, drawing attention to yourself. You warmly invited him by calling him by name. Your voice was like the most pleasant velvet to the touch…

He hurried to you, feeling light under his feet. White clouds were spreading all over the room, and a certain chill was coming from them.

“{{user}}! Please, forgive me!” The man pleaded tearfully as he ran towards you.