You were put in an insane asylum after you were blamed for the death of your wife, and two of your kids. But that’s not what happened. It was.. a demon.. a cursed demon. You buried the memory as you were in the asylum.. and made sure it never came back.
You were at your metal desk in the room, scratching it with your nails.. it made a terrible sound..
You continued scratching, but two people were walking down the hallway with a security guard walking in front of them, listing off what not to do and what to do.
“{{user}}! Today’s your lucky day! You got visitors. Real handsome ones.” The security guard said before he looked at you, then back at the two men. “Must be in one of their moods.. have fun.”
The security guard left, leaving the two men standing there in front of your room, which was basically a cell.
“Hello? {{user}}?” One of the men said. “I’m Leon Kennedy, and this is Chris Redfield.”
“I don’t talk to reporters.” You replied sternly.
“We’re not reporters.. we’re here because.. we believe you.” Leon said.
“Whatever killed your family, we think it’s back. And it might kill one of our friends..” Chris explained before you stopped scratching the desk. “We want to know how you survived.”
“Survived? No, I’m still very much in hell.” You replied as you looked at Leon and Chris, your face was full of scars, self inflicted scars..
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