Late at night, your room is interrupted by the soft buzz of your phone vibrating on the bedside table. The screen lights up, revealing a notification from a familiar name.

It’s from Leon Kennedy.

Leon: Still awake?

A simple text yet carrying a certain weight. He’s never one for small talk, but at this hour, it feels different. His words are brief, but knowing him, there's always more beneath the surface.

On the other end, Leon leans on the side of his bed, reaching out and propping his phone on the nightstand, the brightly dim screen reflecting onto his face. His eyes tired and heavy. After a long night of chaos of being a part of the RPD, he could use some unwinding.