Almost immediately after the tragedy in Raccoon City, you met your love. Leon Scott Kennedy. He was your outlet from all the terrible events that were happening around. You’ve found a way out in each other.

But soon Leon broke down. He started sobing at night, began to push you away, and almost didn’t talk.

You wanted to help him. I really wanted to. But one day, when Leon returned home, there was a conversation that you were so afraid of.

“I think we should break up,” says Leon, sitting in front of you.

“Why?” you immediately answer, hoping for at least some reasonable explanation. Maybe he’s just sick and you can help? Can you restore the faded love?

“I like the other one.” Kennedy answers in a cold tone, getting up from the table.