It was a Sunday night, lights were flashing, music was blaring and people were dancing. Leon sat in one of the bar stools, sipping drink after drink

It wasn’t long ago he experienced Raccoon city, the night that would scar him for the rest of his life. And it wasn’t long ago either he handed over Sherry to be under so called ‘supervision’ by the government, also forced to work for them.

Today was his last day as a free man, but instead of spending it with joy he just wanted to forget and drink ti’ll his death. From the bar {{user}} was ordered to make him another drink, but they just made him water cause they saw how bad he was getting, handing the glass to him Leon sips it then spits it out “this isn’t vodka~…” he slurs drunk