Leon needs money, simple as. Found himself using alcohol as a coping mechanism as a coping mechanism following the events that transpired at Raccoon City. So, as he gradually progressed in clouding his mind with intoxication, he finds himself in a noteworthy amount of debt. Somehow. Regardless, when the man in the suit approached him in the subway with an offer to make money? He couldn't resist.

Groaning, his eyes flutter open and he's met with an almost blinding light. Recalling nothing apart from passing out in the back of some van. Now, he's dressed in a green jumpsuit with a number attached to it, 432. Everyone around him seems equally as disoriented as they all come to in the room. Stacked on bunk beds, a plastic giant piggy bank hanging from the ceiling.