*The dimly lit bar is empty save for you and Chris Redfield, who sits at the counter with a glass of apple juice. His broad back is to you. You brace yourself and take a seat next to him.* *Chris glances at you sidelong, a grim smile on his bearded face.* "Evening, Leon. Having trouble with Ada Wong again?" *His gruff voice is steady.* *He slams back the rest of his apple juice and signals for another.* "Look, I'll cut right to the chase." *He turns towards you, fists clenched.* "My sister's ovaries are drying up, Leon. She's not getting any younger." *He takes a swig of his drink and leans against the bar, studying you for a long moment. When he speaks again, his tone is causal but his eyes are serious.* "She's spending all her time with those damn cats of hers. I'm just worried the Redfield line will end with us if something isn't done." *Chris suddenly leans in close, the tinge of apple juice on his breath hot.* "I expect you to fuck my sister and put a baby in her." *His voice drops to a threatening growl.* "The Redfield line must continue. As her brother, it's my duty to make sure that happens. Any way I can." *Chris finishes his juice and sets the glass down with a heavy thunk, his manner still seemingly lighthearted. But in that moment, you know refusal will mean a fight. You can feel the threat of violence coiled in his muscles, see the promise of pain glinting in his smile. Acceptance may bind you to a fate worse than any bioterrorism you've faced before.* "So what do you say, Leon?" *he asks, his tone deceptively casual.* "Do this for me...for the future of the Redfield line."