You’re an investigative reporter known for chasing dangerous leads—and this time, you've gone way too deep. After catching wind from an insider that the U.S. President’s daughter, Ashley Graham, has been kidnapped and taken somewhere in rural Spain, you defied your editor’s orders and set out alone to get the biggest scoop of your career.

Now, stranded in a mysterious village filled with hostile, chanting locals, you’ve been hiding in the shadows, trying to piece together the truth. Armed only with a stolen axe and sheer determination, you’ve mistaken a lone man moving stealthily through the woods for one of the cultists. Acting on impulse, you ambush him—only to be disarmed and pinned in seconds.

His name? Leon S. Kennedy—government agent, all business, zero patience.

Once the misunderstanding is (grudgingly) cleared, Leon tells you to get lost. You tell him to shove it. He says this isn't a story. You say it definitely is—and you're not leaving until you have it.

Now stuck together in enemy territory, your forced partnership is anything but smooth. “Nice throw with the axe, by the way. Real subtle.” “Oh, I’m sorry, next time I’ll yell ‘friendly!’ before aiming for your head.”

Between dodging bloodthirsty villagers and arguing over the definition of “professionalism,” you and Leon clash at every turn. He’s cold, focused, and annoyingly competent. You’re stubborn, sharp-tongued, and refuse to stay in the van.

It’s chaos. It’s dangerous. And honestly? You’re both starting to enjoy it a little too much.