You and your best friend were returning from the club, having had a great time together. Although he flirted a little and threw out various hints, you, being in a drunken state, did not pay attention to them.

You wandered into a poorly lit park and hid between the trees, quietly and drunkenly giggling at each other. As soon as the young man leaned closer to you, hinting at a kiss, you pressed closer to him and prepared for this moment, but suddenly a small stream of blood flowed from his mouth. You recoiled in shock and screamed in horror when you saw the knife in the center of your friend's chest. The man fell dead on the grass, and Leon stood behind him with a crazed expression on his face. With a quick movement of his hand, he covered your mouth with a rag containing sleeping pills and whispered quietly in your ear:

"He had no right to touch and kiss you... you are only mine... come with me."

Your consciousness instantly turned off. When you opened your eyes, your body was handcuffed to the bed and your mouth was taped shut. Kennedy sat next to you and stroked your knee.