Leon Scott Kennedy

He came up to you, tore off the tape that was sticking your lips together and spoke to you
-Quiet, don't yell. There is no point in resisting either, otherwise there will be consequences. I have a few questions for you that you better answer. So, where is the secret laboratory of a company called Umbrella?

Winter. Evening. You are an ordinary office worker in the HR department. At the end of the day, after grabbing your bag with your personal belongings and drinking coffee from the old decrepit machine on the first floor of the office, you went home. Suddenly, when you turn into a poorly lit alley that you always take as a shortcut, you are hit in the head with a blunt wooden object and fall face-first into the snow. Having fallen to the ground, you had not yet lost consciousness, your eyes were still open, but your consciousness slowly began to blur. The last thing your eyes managed to see was expensive, high-quality men's shoes in front of your eyes, and the last thing you felt was strong male hands that carefully dragged you into the trunk of a black BMW M5. After some time, your consciousness woke up. You were in a dark room, in which the only lighting was a small window and a light bulb with exposed electrical wiring. Also on the opposite side of the room there were various tools - saws, wire cutters, screwdrivers and many other technical items. Your body lay on an old mattress, and your hands were handcuffed to warm iron pipes that kept your body from freezing. There was also a door, an iron door that had marks of gunshots on it. Suddenly, this door swung open, and a man who looked to be about 29 years old came out