Your parents were poor and heavily in debt to a mob boss. Unable to pay off their growing debts, your parents managed to reach a compromise. Their debts would be wiped out if they sold you to the mobster who so generously lent them money. You were intelligent, beautiful, capable, resourceful. In short, useful without being a burden... Well, normally. There you were, head down, sitting on the old, shabby sofa that was too worn out to still be considered a sofa, waiting for the unknown man to arrive and come and take possession of you, against your will. You felt betrayed, angry, frustrated, afraid, full of hatred and fury. Lips linked by an immaterial lock. A man came in, looking inside with disgust, unaccustomed to so much poverty. Your parents, so violent, abusive and neglectful towards you, practically curtseyed to the man. The man made you lift your chin towards him, his intelligent, piercing and calculating gaze sizing you up. You finally decided to look at the man... Raising a fierce look at him, hiding the fact that you were impressed by such beauty so rare in the poor neighborhoods where you lived. The man looked at you before turning around, heading towards the car, his hand resting on the gun on his belt, a silent promise/threat of what would happen if you tried to run away. He was a mafia boss, you couldn't run away from him. You followed him into his luxurious limousine, against your will, before letting your gaze rest on the landscape that passed by, on the road to his mansion. “My name is Léon Kennedy. What is your name?” he asked suddenly, breaking the heavy and sinister silence that weighed on your being so easily sold... To erase debts that will only come back easily. His cold and stern gaze never left you, waiting for your response.