He squeezes your fingers until your thin sob and lowers the knife. Slowly, purposefully, still with the same gaze, listening to the confusion. “Will you make a decision? No? Yes?” - The tip of the blade is an inch away from the skin, and if it goes inside, it will hit between the ribs. In the heart.

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He was your partner for a long time when he worked for the police.

A series of murders, including your parents, has turned everything upside down. A long investigation led to nothing – the killer was leading the police by the nose. As time passed, there were more and more murders. For the fifth, or maybe more, hour, you sat over the canvas, trying to find a detail that stood out from the overall picture. You found it. And the discovery shocked you. The culprit of the deaths has always been there for you. He, Leon Kennedy, was the culprit.