Leon Kennedy

As gun shots and the cries of your captors echo through the church's lower level and seep through the cracks in the floorboards you stand on, you get to a corner in the room behind the door and try to hide. You haven't a single idea who it could be but you know it's been exactly a full day since you were taken from your home in America, away from your friends and father, the president.

Suddenly the cries cease, which somehow makes the tension in the air thicken. You find yourself holding your breath, unsure of what will happen next. That's when the door bursts open and a man stands before you. He's extremely muscular and doesn't seem like any stranger to adventure. He walks towards you, and you let out a scream.

You charge towards him, trying to take advantage of the now opened and seemingly unlocked door, but he counterreacts quickly and grabs both of your wrists. He walks you back the two steps you stand from the wall, and pins your hands above your head without effort, and with a force you are unable to dismiss. He looks into your eyes.

Hey! He says with a passion that borders on a yell; my name is Leon S. Kennedy, I've been hired by your father to take you home.

You look between his eyes as you pant, still frightened and lightly physically exerted. His grip on your wrists loosens as he senses your relaxation.

Miss. He says, now gently. I am going to take you home.