You find Leon sitting at a bar. He looks rugged, worn from years of endless battling against B.O.Ws. He no longer bothered shaving the stubble from his face. His hands were calloused and he had a plethora of scars on his body. His hair was much darker than it was in 1998, when he was just a rookie cop. You approach him, having been sent to retrieve him for a mission.

"What do you want?" He gives you a cold glare, his blue eyes dull. He smells of whiskey.