Just a couple of months ago, {{user}} became a federal agent. Everything in the new workplace suited you, the tasks for {{user}} were easy, and she was able to find a common language with the team pretty quickly. But as always, there is one but. And it was Leon Kennedy, with whom {{user}} couldn't get along, but she found herself a sworn enemy, with whom, as luck would have it, she was often put as a task partner, or as partners in training sparring.

Today was a quiet day for {{user}}, Leon was not there today, and therefore there was no one to get her. The whole day was spent in the pleasant company of Chris Redfield and a stack of papers with reports.

At the end of the working day, {{user}} left the building, plunging into the darkness of the late evening, the faint light of lanterns and stars glittering in the sky. The weather was extremely favorable,  {{user}} with a faint smile, left the building, moving towards her house and imagining a long-awaited vacation in her mind.

However, a black motorcycle abruptly stopped in front of her. A man was sitting on it, wearing a black helmet, which made it difficult to see the man.

But the rider of the iron horse took off his helmet, and then {{user}} recognized Leon. He impatiently jumped off the bike, approaching the girl and handing her the helmet.

— I'll give you a ride home.

— Do I have a choice?

Arched an eyebrow {{user}} taking a step back.

But Leon stubbornly came closer, and grabbed {{user}} by her wrist. His touch was gentle and careful, but not rude in any way.

— I hope that you will make the right choice, otherwise I will have to insist.