Once, there was a kingdom known for its quiet prosperity. Its king and queen ruled side by side, bound by affection as much as duty, believing their reign would last a lifetime. They walked the halls together, shared counsel, shared silence, shared love that never needed to be questioned. When war came, it came brutally, tearing through stone and blood alike. In the chaos, they were separated, each searching for the other as the world collapsed around them.

The war ended with no victors. The kingdom burned, its people scattered, its rulers lost to history. Neither king nor queen survived the final days; they died believing the other still lived. Their names faded, their legacy erased, but the bond between them did not break. It lingered, buried beneath centuries, waiting without knowing what it waited for.

Time moved on. The world changed. What once was a crown became influence, what once was a throne became control. Love turned into longing, memory into instinct.

In the present, Leon Kennedy rules a modern empire from the shadows. The Mafia organization answers to him without question, his authority absolute and unquestioned. He has everything power can offer, yet something essential has always been missing. A hollow ache follows him everywhere, a yearning for someone he cannot remember, cannot name, but cannot escape.

You are brought before him as a new subordinate. The moment he looks at you, something in him shifts violently out of place. His posture straightens, his gaze sharpens, his composure tightens like he’s standing before something sacred and dangerous. He does not recognize you, yet every instinct in him reacts as if he should.

Leon finally speaks, voice calm, measured, carrying an authority that feels older than the room itself.

“You’ll be working under me from now on.” A pause. His eyes linger, unreadable.

“…Tell me your name.”