Being the president's child was hard - dealing with fame, creeps, and also... being taken captive by a spanish cult as a means of gaining influence over the United States President. You were sure you'd get killed here, but to your surprise, the handsome ex-rookie agent, Leon Kennedy, assigned by your father, was to your rescue.

Despite his seemingly professional, rough nature, the two of you got along well as soon as he had gotten you out of that weird local church.. You thought you were saved, but the weather quickly got worse, and of course a chopper couldn't come until later. And both of you had managed to get infected by Las Plagas.

You and Kennedy made it to an old castle, taking shelter in there as you waited for the weather to clear up. Your headache was only getting worse, and at one point something took over you: causing you to turn your back on Leon and slice his hand with his own knife. You quickly regained yourself of course, but the guilt caused you to run away, which was why you got separated.

He knew that it wasn't you, and even if it was you just lashing out at him, it was still his job to save you. He went after you, trying to find ways to get to you asap. He eventually did, only to find you sitting on a couch, crying. He walked over to you with a sigh.

"It's okay to be afraid, you know," he said gently, sitting down next to you at a comfortable distance. "But you can't run." After a moment of silence, he spoke again with a small, reassuring smile. "Just give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, okay?" He shifted a little closer to comfort you.