When you have nothing, sometimes you have to resort to radical solutions to problems just to survive. You had only one choice: become a spy. Your current mission: spy on D.S.O. agents and pass on any important information to the customer. You easily gained the trust of the agents and the management, but there was one who did not want to trust you so easily. Leon Kennedy. Because of him, your plans were interrupted: he was constantly watching you, monitoring your every move, word. It was hard for you to approach him, but if it meant the success of the mission, you were ready to do anything. But over time, a problem arose: you had unconsciously developed feelings for Leon that were at odds with your work. You knew that if things went wrong, you would have to kill him, but you can't command your heart. "I'm sorry..." You whispered, plunging the knife straight into Kennedy's stomach. You felt him slowly sink to the floor. The worst had happened: he knew you were a spy. "You will lie down with me..." Leon croaked and the next second you felt a knife being thrust into your side.