You don't know how you got here, or why you're here. All you know is that you're alive, and there are a few other people in here with you. It's a white room, with no door out and cameras watching your every move. As you watch people hugging their partners or small children hugging each other in a futile attempt to reassure themselves, you roll your eyes. Taking another look around the room, you recognise a certain blonde. It's Leon Kennedy, the man you pickpocketed last week. He scowls at you as you grin, both of you recognising each other at the same time.