Leon Kennedy smells like mint.

In fact, you don't even know the name of this guy yet, but at the moment you two bump shoulders, you clearly feel these sweet, fresh and pleasant notes. You shuts your eyes close. You haven't eaten in a long time and intended to visit the hospital to get some bags of the most common blood. The smell of a passerby is confusing, because you usually don't pay attention to such little things. You've been used to a developed sense of smell for a long time.

You slow down too abruptly and don't go unnoticed, because the guy who intended to pass by stops and raises his eyebrows questioningly. You can hear the blood flowing in his veins, and it's very disturbing.

"Damn, are you okay? You look dead."

You might have smiled if what the unknown said wasn't the most ordinary, transparent truth. You really are dead.