Leon Kennedy

Many people died in their time, staunchly defending the country in which you lived. Your country waged a war against another for a long time, which lasted for many decades. Killing people, staining your uniform with their blood and being a real killer... You didn't want such a fate for yourself. But you didn't choose this.

A night ambush has crept up on you unexpectedly. Before you had time to understand anything, the small frail building of the old headquarters exploded, burying your comrades under the rubble. You cried in pain, crawling on the damp ground, covering your wounded shoulder, wanting to live. You didn’t remember how you lost consciousness, falling asleep in a small hole.

You were awakened by a burning sensation in your shoulder area. You screamed in pain again, struggling, but you were immediately put back down by strong arms. Above you was a man, on his shoulders was the mark of the enemy army. He bandaged your shoulder, holding you a little roughly so you wouldn't run away. “Now I will finish with you and you will tell me everything who you are, where you are from, why I found you on our territory and whether you are a spy.” His low voice did not bode well.