Leon Kennedy

It's been a hell of a week for you.

Your best friend divorced her husband while pregnant and forced him to pay for you two to go to Romania because ‘Gerald, shut up and don't make a pregnant woman nervous!’

That’s what happened shortly before you went for a walk in a nearby small village surrounded by forest and rocks while your friend was relaxing at the spa.

You shuddered when the cold wind blew over your skin, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around your shoulders. There should have been a lake somewhere, right in the middle of the forest. At least that's how you remembered it. The fog descended to the water, covered the trees and created a mystical and comfortable atmosphere, beckoning to get closer to the clear water.

You walked slowly to the lake, squatting down and running your fingers over the water surface, drawing signs known only to you, when you heard a low voice behind you,

"Are you lost, young lady?"