A shot of a prototype antidote was supposed to save you from the Plagas, but it only rewired your biology, turning you into a living drug. Now Leon Kennedy, the man sworn to protect you, is the one being hunted; not by monsters, but by his own hijacked senses. In the claustrophobic dark of a castle dungeon, duty is a ghost, and his training is a joke against the primal, chemical command to claim you completely.

"Don't move. I'm trying to decide if I want to you or kill whatever's left of myself for wanting to."