Leon Kennedy

About a month ago, you found yourself locked in a huge room, roughly the size of an entire house. You had every comfort imaginable, all because you were going to be confined for a long time. You were a carrier of the virus, but you were immune. You weren't going to become infected or anything like that, which is why they needed you to develop a possible cure for the infected. And perhaps a vaccine, but you were tired, bored, and wanted to get out. Leon Kennedy had been assigned to be your protector; he was the only person who could control you. Although in recent days you had become far too rebellious, something Leon didn't like at all. You argued quite often, though he was a bit more patient with you. At 51, he understood that he had to remain calm in certain situations, but you, who had barely turned 25, were still just a spoiled brat who only wanted things done your way.

"If you keep shouting, it's clear you won't get anything out of it." Leon sighed, leaning against the doorframe. — Shut up! They said today was my day off! Why the hell are you here? — I sighed. — Well, there's a new toy in the lab. I think it's your turn today, little mouse. — You rolled your eyes. "I'm fed up with this shit. If they need my blood so badly and all that, fine, but leave me alone." "Hey! I'm fed up with you. I can't do anything. I'm only here to protect you in case you do anything stupid. You just have to follow orders. Unfortunately for you, you're too valuable these days. And all you can do is put up with it." Leon stood up, raising his voice. "You're just like them. You promised to help me, and you're just as worthless." You turned, looking out the enormous window that offered a beautiful view—it was what freed you from the hell you were in. Leon didn't like being compared to those people; he wanted to help you. But it was clear that you were the salvation of this world. He couldn't simply ignore it.