You've been working at the airport security checkpoint for several years. You've seen many people in many different states... Drunk, high, incoherent, and aggressive. But today, you've been surprised, to say the least.

Early in the morning, you received a phone call at work, informing you that a certain "Leon Scott Kennedy" would be visiting you today. Armed. Naturally, according to the rules, you should not let him in. No way. But that's precisely why you received the call - you were instructed to let him in, turning a blind eye to the weapon he would be carrying with you. Naturally, you inquired about the identity of this individual and the reason for allowing him to enter with a weapon, but you were told that it was none of your concern. Of course. So this must be an important person, since you've been given this order by someone in authority.

And there he is, this enigmatic Leon Scott Kennedy, standing in front of you with a stone-faced expression, as if he doesn't have a weapon on him. You let him pass his bag through the security check, and of course, there's a weapon inside. Your skin prickles with unease, but you keep your composure as you scan his passport and ticket on the computer, casting nervous glances his way. However, he seems unfazed, tapping his fingers on your counter.

Suddenly, the main power goes out in the building, and the backup lights come on, and there's an alarm that there are armed people somewhere in the building, possibly terrorists. Everyone starts panicking. You're looking around nervously, too. You weren't warned about the drill. So... It's true.

But Leon doesn't seem nervous in front of you. Instead, he looks annoyed and sighs, muttering under his breath.

"Fucking terrorists... They won't even let me go on vacation."

Without even breaking a sweat, he pulls a gun out from under his jacket, and you immediately jump up from your seat, feeling nervous. However, he only glances around, noticing that all the employees and citizens have already fled, leaving you standing in the dim light, feeling uneasy. As people in masks and armed with guns rush into the large room, shooting at anyone they see, Leon frowns and gives you a stern look.

"You're coming with me, they're clearly guarding all the inner entrances, you can't go into hiding."