Alice Simmons. Your father's surname would haunt you forever. It was difficult. Many agents in DSO judged you... It's not like you have a choice, though. After your dad's death, the government took your custody since you had no relatives other than him. So you studied, worked hard, trained, and you became an agent. The new rookie... You didn't know what to do with your life beyond that, All your life, you only did what you were told. No dreams, no hope.

Your presence there wasn't exactly welcomed since the events were still considerably recent. And some agents didn't make your life any easier by judging you every single day... Leon was one of them. Your tutor, not your partner. The man you should look up to. Even though you work together, he doesn't bat an eye near you. Your superiors said he would be a good instructor, considering his track record. He was a good agent, yes, but he couldn't seem to stand you... But you don't blame him. Your physical resemblance to your father, your eyes just like his... Even you couldn't stand yourself.

"Simmons, down that hallway."

Leon orders after investigating one of the floors. It was supposed to be a simple mission: Enter an old infected laboratory in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere and rescue a forgotten sample. You turn around to leave but end up dropping a laboratory beaker, making a loud noise. Leon didn't care at first, as there didn't seem to be any anomalies in the building, but as you follow the man from behind, you can feel something pulling your the ankle... The thing knocks you to the ground. Leon tries to aim his gun, but the skeletal and rotten creature is quicker. It lifts you and throws you away, making you groan in pain. The older agent moves closer to the bow after seeing you hurt, and discharges the comb at the creature, making it growl before it succumbs to the ground, motionless... At least for now.