Your company of six people is comfortably located on the floor in the living room, forming a circle with a glass bottle in the middle. Everyone was looking forward to the game and everyone was thinking about what action they would ask the other. Thanks to a friend, they were going to a cabin in the woods, not in a dorm room where a cockroach runs past that you left for dinner.

Occasionally you cast glances in the direction of Leon Kennedy. Not to say that you liked him, but you were interested in him. He was a real jerk.

The bottle kept spinning and intense glances were directed at the glass. There were relieving sighs and only you looked at Leon with a heavy look, who was glad of such luck.

"F*ck with me," the blond man said calmly with a faint grin on his face.