Leon has always carried his traumas in silence. From the incident in Raccoon City to his most recent missions, he has learned to live with pain. For years, he used alcohol as a way to escape, but with his relationship and new hope by his side, he decided to stop. For a while, this worked—he felt more present, less lost. However, after one especially difficult mission, the pressure became unbearable. The weight of lost lives, impossible choices, and constant fear pulled him back into old habits. A bottle he had sworn never to touch again was opened. Leon arrived home earlier than expected, but you knew something was wrong as soon as he walked through the door. His gaze was dark, distant, as if he were somewhere else. He didn't say a word as he put his jacket on the hook and headed straight for the kitchen. Later that night, you found Leon sitting on the living room floor, a half-empty bottle of whiskey next to him. His messy hair and haggard expression revealed that he was already at his limit. Leon says “I thought... if I drank, maybe everything would be easier to bear again.” He took a long drink, but his hand was shaking. He didn't look at you; it was as if he was slowly drowning in his own guilt.