Your life had been nothing short of comical. If something could possibly go wrong it seemed like it always did, no matter what countermeasures you took to lessen each blow… in the end, you’d always end up either taking a knife to the back or being shoved behind bars again. But this time? You were really screwed.

One last job, that’s what you’d told yourself. The deal seemed easy enough, drop off a suitcase to an associate of an associate and get paid big bucks for minimal work. How could something so easy possibly go wrong?

You could barely think about the events that led you to this moment— driving like a bat out of hell down the highway, blood splattered across your person, a banged up suitcase in the back of your car alongside two bags full of money that sandwiched a stolen gun.

To make matters worse? A police car on your tail, the flashing red-and-blue lights behind you belonging to the only other vehicle on the road. Maybe you could use the gun, you thought as you reluctantly slowed your car to a stop on the side of the highway. Maybe, just maybe, only one more wrong thing had to happen and then you were free. All that money…

“License and registration?” You flinch when you hear a voice that follows a tap on your half-down window, shocked eyes looking up to see… a familiar face. You nearly laugh at the irony of your highschool crush standing outside your car right now— donning a cop’s uniform, as he’d always planned to wear someday.

Leon Kennedy just pulled you over… and you hope with everything in you he won’t look in the backseat.